"When will you be willing to acknowledge the child?" Waylon Lewis's voice was cold and sharp as his piercing eyes swept over her.
Hope Williams felt a surge of anger, "Why should I tell you?"
"Because that's my seed," he stated coldly.
"It's the child I gave birth to!"
"Could you have given birth without my seed?"
Hope Williams looked at the man in astonishment. He'd provided only a sperm, and she had done all the nurturing, yet he dared to be proud? Had the audacity to claim?
"It was you who rejected them." Her voice rose, heated.
"..."
Waylon Lewis was stunned for a moment, unable to argue.
"Scumbag! Now you want them, and I'm just supposed to hand them over? As if you, President Lewis, own the world? Too late, I fought tooth and nail to bring them into this world, and I won't let you take them away from me."
Waylon's mood was complex, his tone still cool, "Did I say I wanted to take them away?"
"Then what do you mean?"