Emily's P.O.V.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The words "Dean is my son" kept echoing in my head, over and over again. Philip stood there smug, holding up that piece of paper like it was some kind of victory. My body was trembling; my nails dug deep into my palms as I tried to hold back this surge of anger rising inside me.
"What?" The word slipped from my mouth, more growl than question. I could feel my eyes glowing blue with the knowledge that Nana was just as furious as I was. My heart raced, blood pounding in my ears as I stared at him.
"You're lying!" I yelled, stepping forward. "You're lying, Philip! Dean is Drake's son! He has nothing to do with you!"
Philip didn't even flinch. He just stood there with that arrogant smirk stuck on his face, clutching that piece of paper
