Milo stood under the streetlamp, his face obscured by shadows. The boundary between light and darkness made it impossible to discern his expression.
"I thought that man was merely a pawn in your scheme for revenge. Turns out you both planned to leave me from the start?"
"Milo, it's not like that," Lena hurriedly explained. "I promised you I wouldn't go back on my word. I have no ties to them. It's just that this child... He gave me a sense of family that I couldn't resist."
Milo stared at Lena, his voice deep and cold. "His father loves you."
Lena's heart sank, but she summoned the courage to look Milo in the eyes. "A lot of people love me. That doesn't mean I have to love them back.
I rejected him, and I won't have any emotional entanglement with him. As for this child," Lena paused.
