*Mr Damian*
I watched as Tessa's expression changed after my question.
The once laughter melted, and her eyes now brimmed with unshed tears; she wasn't crying, but there were tears in her heart. I don't know if that makes sense.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you sad. I thought you also had a memory you would want to share." I apologized.
"No, it's not your fault, Mr Damian, it's just that... I also wish I had something to say or share about him. The truth is, I don't know anything about him. My Dad, where he is, alive or dead. The only thing I know is that his sperm was used to create me." Tessa replied. Oh, Tessa, we are in a serious situation right now, and I'm trying so hard not to laugh at her last word.
"Does he even know I exist?" She muttered.
I felt bad for her. I can'
