At the Edifice of Donal, Philomena took her final decision!
Donal POV
I sat on the porch. All alone, sipping rare cognac gently. Reminiscing about the encounter I had with Jack. The way he left. Signaling Sofia to get into the car with my daughter? Hmm.
I really don't want to know his relationship with Sofia. The medical report has shown that Martha is my daughter, and I will never shirk such responsibility. “Never,” I muttered silently. “With the evidence I have, nobody dares to come closer, much less take her away from me,” I cooed.
“No, no, no.” Such a sound thundered from the inside. I kept calm, trying to figure out what was going on and why such a harsh sound.
“No! No! Am I dreaming?” The same sound echoed again, this time with a spoken word. It's obvious it's coming from my wif
