Declan, who was sitting opposite Shane, was playing with the crystal beads in his hand. He had a full head of white hair, looking gentle. "Shane, you can't say that. Wynter is your daughter."
"Have she ever treated me as her father?" Shane was seething with hatred. "Uncle Declan, you saw it yourself during the bangbet. Marie hasn't even contacted me yet. She is set on getting a divorce.@@novelbin@@