"You're going to have a photo session with Noah Coldson?" Cooper Coldson, who initially had left, returned with a darkened face, standing in front of Yolanda Greenwood.
Yolanda took a deep breath and tried her best to control her emotions, "This has nothing to do with you."
"It has nothing to do with me?" Cooper clenched his teeth and lowered his voice to remind Yolanda, "I heard everything you said in Grandpa's room that day."
He emphasized each word, "You said the child was mine."
"Cooper, have you lost your mind?" Hearing Cooper bring up that matter again, Yolanda's palms instantly became sweaty. She stood up and forced herself to look him in the eye, "I'll tell you again, Grandpa wasn't lucid that day. He forgot we were getting divorced, and I didn't want to upset him, so I lied on purpose to deceive him."
Her hands clenched tightly by her side, voice trembling slightly, she said, "I'm telling you, the child isn't yours, it has nothing to do with you."