Immediately Malisa's eyes widened slightly. "Clinton? His only son?"
Cora nodded. "Yes. His only child. Just imagine it, Malisa. What is my dad really trying to do? What is the whole point of all of this? Uncle Festus is already enough of a thorn in my life and now his son too? That's a con artist right there. A chameleon. You can never really tell who Clinton is unless you catch him slipping. I mean, come on."
She buried her face in her hands for a second before looking up again, shaking her head in disbelief. "I just can't even get my head around any of this. I really can't."
Malisa sat there silently for a moment, just taking it all in. Then, she slowly turned her head and looked around the room as if scanning for something. Her tone was sharper now. "Don't tell me… you're still not seeing the clear picture yet."
She looked directly at Cora now, eyes fixed. "Why is your father even doing this, by the way?"
