Alston pursed his lips, deep in thought. He knew that Cecilia was stubborn, and in his heart, he understood the situation well.
"You knew, so why didn’t you tell me three years ago?" Alston asked, frustration seeping into his voice. "Dad, you knew that if I had known Gladys was my daughter, I wouldn’t have ignored her! Besides, to be blunt, Gladys was never part of my life plan!" Cecilia, too, was an unexpected twist. He felt wronged. Four years ago, he was still dating Marian. Even if there was a chance he’d mistaken someone, he had no idea about Gladys, and now everyone was blaming him? On what grounds?