After Charles decided this, he staggered out of his room in his drunken stupor and walked to Thalia's room. He barged in as usual without knocking.
"My T-hal-ia!" he slurred. The brandy bottle was still in his hand, but it was half empty then.
Thalia looked up at him and placed baby Colin Tony back in his crib. It had been more than a full day since she had seen him, but it looked like the situation was still the same.
In his hand was another piece of paper that looked the same as the DNA test stuffed in her bag.
"My Thalia, you – you – the test is NOT wrong! You made me doubt it. We did it again, and i-t's, it's the same. He is not my son! Thalia, how could you do this to me? It is me, your only love, Charles Wanky! How could you sleep with another man? When did you even do it? Never mind, I don't want to hear-," He plugged his ears and shook his head vigorously.
"I don't want to hear it. Don't tell me!"
