"How would you know that?" Alex asked. "It's not like you can tell what you'll be as a father."
"Well, I can tell you, you're cut out to be a father."
"And what makes you think so?"
"You're caring."
Alex laughed sarcastically. "Funny."
"I am serious." Diego stood on his words. "Look at you, we hate each other, still you care for me."
"Only because I am being paid. If not, you can die for all I care."
"Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that, old man."
He chortled, getting up from the stool. "You know damn well you do."
Alex. Watched him leave and frowned, clearly annoyed by what he'd just said. Why would he even care about a brat like him? Once the month was over, he would take his payment and disappear whether or not he rejected him. The time to waste on someone like him was something he didn't have.
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