"Don't ask me to leave, I beg you," said Devan again, his voice lower than before. It was very clear that at this time the man was crying.
"Then tell me, what should I do Devan?"
"There's no way I'm with a man who will soon marry a woman who is pregnant with his child," added Claire again with a rough sigh.
"Don't make me confused. Better let me go now, and go back to Indonesia."
Devan shook his head vigorously, tightening his grip on the tiny body as if he didn't care about Claire's whimper.
"Don't ask me to leave, give me some time to explain everything, honey. What you know right now is not entirely true," said Devan.
Hearing that, Claire froze on the spot.
"Does that mean you don't want to admit your child is with Byanca?"
"No, it's not like that," Devan replied absentmindedly, and his answer stabbed into the recesses of Claire's heart.
"I never touched the woman, honey. How can I admit the child in her womb," said Devan?
