Alexander Duncan remained silent beside me, practicing his knife skills with an apple in hand.
"Marc, he's your biological father. You don't need to pretend you don't know that in front of me anymore," I said with a faint smile. I could see that Marc liked him, perhaps due to their natural blood connection. Marc seemed more childlike with him, unlike when he was with me, always acting so mature for his age. "Marc, don't blame Mommy; it's my fault for being too selfish."
"Baby, Marc is so well-behaved, and that's all thanks to you." Alexander Duncan looked up, placing the peeled apple in my hand, a hint of pride flashing in his eyes, which just so happened to meet Marc's gaze.
I was still lost in my own world, thinking about how I had deprived Marc of fatherly love for six years. I really am an irresponsible mother.
