"Of course she's my child." Claire's eyes flickered with panic, but she forced her voice to sound firm.
"Your child?" Gilbert bent down, staring directly into her eyes as he lifted her chin with his fingers. "Are you sure she's yours alone?"
Claire's mind roared.
"Claire, even Adam, Dean, and Kate already know Hilary is my biological daughter, yet you hid it from me completely. Were you toying with me? I'm her father, her real father and I was the last to know. Back then, you ran off with Adam, now you want to run away with my daughter. What exactly are you trying to do? I'm telling you, I will never allow it." His fingers slid slowly down her cheek, the pads brushing her jade-smooth skin, his eyes dark with pain.
Claire froze, then suddenly shoved him away, fury bursting out. "Yes, Gilbert Watson, Hilary is your daughter. I carried triplets that year and gave birth to three children. But do you know why I hid it from you? Ask yourself, were you worthy of knowing?
