115. A Marriage

Donni is still in the car. He sighed, preparing to explain as best he could not to hurt the woman who had given birth to his daughter. The man with thick hair got out of the car and walked over to Agnes who put her hands behind. Sometimes his fingers brush the hair that falls on his cheeks. Noticing Donni's presence beside her, the woman turned her face to the other side.

Donni folded his arms in front of his chest.

"Ahem, the atmosphere here is quite calm and comfortable, huh." Now and then, Donni glanced at the face next to him to see the look on the woman's frowning face bent.

"Huh!" Agnes was reluctant to answer or say anything.

"Where should I start? I'll tell you. In essence, she is my illegal's ex-wife. I don't want to bring up the past. It was my fault when I couldn't control my male lust. I'm sorry ..." Donni looked down at the sand scattered on his loafers.