Gara hadn't expected life to corner him like this—to force him into a choice between the father of his children, and the father of the child he now carried.
"How about letting the triplets—no, forget it." Tristan sighed. "Alright, if you truly don't want to be with him, I won't push it. Sorry for suggesting it."
Gara's chest tightened with guilt. "No, Uncle. I'm the one who should apologize. I know you only want what's best for me and the triplets… but I really don't want him to know about them."
The truth was, Gara had already been disappointed by that man. When he was desperate—trying to escape from slave party, Satyo's gang—Langga was nowhere to be found.
That devil man was his first choice because he said that he would be there, but he lied to him. And with the man's 'Cunning' trait, Gara had no doubt Langga wasn't someone he could trust.
"Alright, Gara," Tristan murmured softly on the other end. "I'll respect your decision."
