"You must think I want to take advantage of this child, or even more, you don't believe this matter at all. In your heart, I've already been defined as a gold digger, isn't that right?..."
"As long as you understand." Lorraine Hanson took the last drag of his cigarette, tossed the stub into the ashtray, and slowly stood up.
He walked step by step in front of the woman, facing her directly for the first time. There was a significant height difference between them, the woman barely reached above his shoulders, and their body size difference was even more apparent.
Tracy felt the pressure, her mind flashed back to that chaotic night, instinctively stepping back, holding her breath.
"Since you understand, why did you come? Or..." Lorraine paused, his thin lips curling up, "Or you don't know who the father is, so you simply claim it's mine?"
"You..." Tracy was startled, her eyes widened as she looked at him, her face pale.
