Amelia was momentarily taken aback by his boldness. She scoffed, her voice laced with contempt. “You have no right to seek that.”
Sebastian’s grip tightened slightly, his expression hardening with determination. “We created something that night. I’m sure Michael is our son.”
Amelia yanked her arm free, her eyes blazing with anger. “It was a mistake coming here,” she hissed, her voice low and filled with regret. “We are legally divorced, Sebastian. You have no right to demand anything about my son’s paternity. Stay away from my son, Sebastian Leander.”
Without another word, she stormed out of the office. As the door slammed shut behind her, Sebastian punched the table, the sound echoing in the room as his frustration boiled over.
On a quiet noon, the sun hung lazily in the sky, casting
