Drake rose to his feet. “I do not have Elena’s contact information,” he said, staring hard at his mother. “Mother, whether that child was adopted or born from Elena’s blood, it does not matter. To Elena, she is the last kin left in this world. I will not fight her for the child.”
“Are you doing this for Cassandra?” she snapped. “Are you afraid she will not accept this child? Drake I never liked Cassandra. It was you who insisted, and so I allowed it. If she cannot accept this child…”
“Stop, Mother,” Drake’s tone grew harsh, his patience fraying. “Do not drag Cassandra into every word you spit. Is she not good enough for you?”
“If she were good, then she would have married you already and given me a grandchild!” his mother barked. She dropped back into her chair, glaring at him. “You sai
