If it weren't for Julia Stevens meeting her doom today, angering Mrs. Herd, he never would have known any of this, never would have spent his entire life raising another man's child, raising a Wild Man's child.
Homing Zell's trust in Julia Stevens that year was as immense as his hatred for her now. He wished he could kill her in the most brutal of ways. He had been played by a slut for thirty years, thirty long years.
It was precisely because of the anger and hatred in his heart that Homing Zell, looking at Helena Zell, felt she didn't look anything like him. The more he looked, the less he saw of himself in her. The more he looked, the more convinced he became that she wasn't his daughter at all—she was just a little bastard!
Seeing the fierce look in Homing Zell's eyes, Helena Zell feared he might kill her at any second.
