Deveron felt a sting in his heart. The fact that he wasn't the one who fathered Carnise didn't matter to him. Right from the onset, Deveron had taken Carnise as his daughter. The love he had for Hanita was no different from the one he felt for Carnise. From when he married Darliana, he took Carnise like his own. In fact, he had long since forgotten that it wasn't his sperm that produced her.
But now, here she was rubbing it in his face like he had failed her. She spoke as if he had not showered her with love and made sure she lacked nothing. Deveron didn't know where he went wrong with Carnise after he had tried his best to raise her side by side with Hanita.
"She's healing, Carnise..." Deveron said. "I don't think she will want all the yappings and the bickering!"
"You think I'm bickering, right?" Carnise asked. "I have questions that only her can answer!"
