Rowanda Peterson remained motionless, looking at Zuri Ginger, his expression beyond difficulty.
He felt like a joke himself.
Just now Young Master Jackson's words "Are you sure the child is yours?" felt more like a thorn, completely swaying his judgment.
Back then he—
Why did he fall for such a vicious girl?
And have relations with her?
Thinking about it made him sick.
Rowanda Peterson looked at her, his gaze quickly changing.
"Rowanda!" Zuri Ginger was genuinely frightened by his eyes and hurriedly defended herself, "Don't listen to their nonsense, it's not like that, really, it's not what it seems. The child is yours, I haven't had relations with anyone else. Not, not, I mean to say, aside from Edward Davis, I've only been with you afterward. The child is truly yours, you have to believe me."
"You want to avoid prison, so you insist on having this child, is that it?" Rowanda Peterson suddenly asked.
