I tried to explain. "Well—"
"Well? Take a good look at yourself before you try to use Corey!" She interrupted me rudely again.
I felt extremely upset to the point that I couldn't stand it anymore. I tried my best to be polite to her, but she was making all sorts of accusations against me.
Since she wouldn't let me explain, there was no point for me to even try explaining. I would just leave everything up to her imagination.
"Tell me, is Corey the father of your son?" She continued to ask.
"Luke is my son," I replied ambiguously. Given her attitude, I wouldn't even tell her if I knew.
"You're not going to tell me, are you? Fine, I'll take your son's blood to check his DNA."
With a wave of her hand, the driver who had escorted her reached for Luke, scaring him so much that he hid beh
