If Mr. Nixon had intercepted the acceptance letter, there was no way he was handing it over to me. I was still stuck on that thought when Camille showed up again.She started crying the second she saw me. "Dexter, someone's trying to hurt me! Please, I'm begging you. Help me!"Other than Ms. Hopkins and me, I couldn't think of anyone who'd have a reason to go after Camille, so I didn't bother playing along. With no one else around, I yanked my hand out of her grip."You and your mother are both more than capable. Who would even dare come after you? I told you not to come to me again. If you're going to keep claiming this kid is mine, then go ahead and have him."Let everyone see for themselves. Either way, I'm not marrying you!"In my previous life, the baby didn't look like me when he was born. Back then, I barely had any contact with Howard, so it never even crossed my mind that he could be the father.I remembered a friend once joking that sons always took after their fathers,
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