Zane’s head felt like it was going to explode, his expression filled with pain. He opened his mouth, as if wanting to explain:
“Amelia, that’s not what I meant. I had never seen you before—I didn’t recognize you—that’s why I said those things. I—”
“Mr. Cromwell.” Amelia’s voice was indifferent as she cut him off. “The daughter you want is the one standing beside you. Not me.”
Zane froze, immediately protesting, “Amelia, how could you say that?”
“How does Mr. Cromwell think I should say it?” Amelia arched an eyebrow. “Smile and happily accept you as my father?”
Zane frowned. “But I am your father, Amelia. You can’t just hold a grudge against me over a misunderstanding.”
“Oh.” Amelia’s lips curled into a breathtaking smile, her long black hair cascading behind her. “Then I’m afraid I’l
