Chapter 42: Messed up situation

The room was spacious, he remembered this was the playroom he had as a child. There were still traces of his childish drawings on the wall. His medals and trophies, the only different thing was the bed in the center where a crying child was hidden.

He tried to approach her slowly so as not to scare her. He sits on the bed gently, he was only doing this with Seth but now he was coaxing their child, he can give his family all his love and care that no riches can ever equal.

The soft bed sunk as his adult body leaned forward trying to open the blanket, "... my love... let daddy see you."

"No." Another rejection. This was the second time and he can't bear to hear it for the third time.

"Please baby..."

"You did not visit me..." how can he explain to the child that he had no knowledge of her? That he thought she was dead. Will it be right to ever say it to a heart this young?

"Daddy can explain..."

"Daddy doesn't want Selvie... Selvie doesn't want daddy." Third rejection. The pain inside