"Prove that I am the father of Emmeline's chi― You're off your rockers!" Aiden spluttered.
His eyes twitched, trying his best to maintain his cool, but Annalise Hawthorne was ever as trying as the daughter she raised.
"What are you so scared of?" Annalise taunted. "If you are innocent, there's no need to worry about doing a blood test."
Alright. Kindness and respect for his elders be damned. He loathed this mother-and-daughter combo more than the nasty little school children who broke some of his action figures when he was moving them to Isaac's place.
"You're hearing this?" Aiden whirled on his heel to look at the witch― Emmeline. He had always dubbed her one for fun, but now she looked the part. "Your mother is basically calling you a whore for sleeping around with both brothers. You're going to take this standing down?"
"The child needs to go," Emmeline spat out. "Mother, there's no need to test. Fuck this baby― where the hell is Benji Wales?!"
