"Isn't it you who has been kicking up a fuss about refusing to get married, then who is it?" Father Clegg seethed at his son, "When you were in a coma and bedridden, it was Victoria Talkington nursed you round the clock. And what did you do when you came to? You up and denied everything. She's borne you two children and brought them up for a whole six years with great difficulty. You, on the other hand, are glad to play father while abandoning the mother of your children."
Victoria started sobbing even harder as Father Clegg verbalized her deepest fears.
Father Clegg continued his tirade; "Your brother dreams of being a father to Michael, dreams of having a family. It's handed to you on a platter, and you don't want it. If you won't leave, who will?"
"Fine, I'll go." Hank Clegg rose to his feet, his expression stormy. He gripped his child then said, "But I'm taking the kid with me. I leave tonight."
This statement stunned everyone in the room.
