"INGRID..."
Regina looked up from the child upon hearing Fabian's familiar voice. She noticed him freeze upon seeing her. His eyes lingered on their intertwined hands with Clint.
She cleared her throat. "Is she your daughter?" she asked in a forced neutral tone, although the truth was that Regina was trembling with anger. She wanted to repeatedly slap Fabian's cheeks until her hand went numb.
But no, she wouldn't do that. She refused to lay a hand on his cheek.
She felt Clint squeezing her hand, trying to calm her down. He leaned closer to her and whispered by her ear, "Calm down, honey. Don't show that you're affected."
Regina took a deep breath and turned back to Fabian. He was still staring at them, seemingly oblivious to her question.
Until she heard him clear his throat and ave
