Chapter 32
Analisa's POV Seeing the look on Austin's face is that of one that is broken. I saw the remaining hope in his eyes diminish the very second the words hit his ears. It took him no time to understand what I had just said. If only his mind worked like that always. His tears flowed freely. In a weak, defeated voice he asked, "Is it Ryan's?" I shook my head negatively and said, "No." His lip trembled, "Who is the father?" I gazed at him indifferently, "My godfather." He gave me a horrified look. "Y-y-your g-g-g-godf...father?" I nodded. "Yes he is..." Within seconds of the confirmation he faints. I managed to catch him before his head hit the kitchen island. The ex-head chef went to touch him but I raised one of my brows. "Did I not tell you to pack and get out of my house or was that all in
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