At these words, Damian Fairchild's already dark expression became absolutely thunderous.
His sharp eyes glared coldly at Elias Sommers, then shifted to Seraphina Quinn, who hadn't spared him a single glance since he'd walked in.
In that instant, a nameless rage threatened to burn his entire chest to ash.
But a moment later, he suppressed it with immense self-control.
He curved his lips into a smirk and looked at Elias Sommers. "Is that so? Mr. Sommers, are you sure whose child it is?"
Elias Sommers smiled right back at Damian Fairchild, but his words were for Seraphina. "Seraphina, you should have the final say on who the father is, shouldn't you?"
Called out, Seraphina had no choice but to finally look at Damian Fairchild.
When their eyes met, she saw a raging, destructive urge in the depths of his gaze, and... something deeper that she couldn't comprehend at all.
She pressed her lips together for a moment before forcing herself to say, "Of course the baby is yours."
