"Your daughter?" Theresa scoffed. "The one whose mother you hurt? How dare you even show your face here!"
Damian took a slow, measured breath, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the arms of his wheelchair. He was determined not to let his emotions boil over.
"Theresa," he began, his voice calm but firm, "I know you've never liked me from the start. But that doesn’t give you the right to interfere in my family."
"Family?" she snapped, her anger seething. "You're the one to talk. You ruined that family the moment you stepped into Melissa's life. You don’t deserve to call them yours."
Damian’s jaw tightened, and he fought the urge to retort. Instead, he softened his tone. "I didn’t come here to argue. Please... just let me see my daughter."
Theresa rolled her eyes, leaning against
