Chapter 63: You don’t know everything
"You don’t know everything, Riley," Angel said firmly, her tone sharp with a hint of challenge. "So, I’d suggest you keep your words to a minimum." She crossed her arms, her piercing gaze locking onto Riley.
Then, with a slow tilt of her head and a sly smirk playing on her lips, she added, "Besides, Riley, you really ought to stay quiet, don’t you think?"
Her eyebrows arched as she turned her intense stare toward Riley, daring her to disagree.
A small smirk played on Riley’s lips as one corner of her mouth lifted, her eyes gleaming with unspoken mischief. Then, with a calm yet deliberate tone, she spoke.
"Don’t think for a second that I wouldn’t say what’s necessary. You know," she paused, tilting her head slightly as if savoring the moment, "right now, I’m starting to question a lot of things. More importantly, I’m beginning to wonder about the true father of the child in your womb."
Her words hung in the air like a storm cloud, and as she finished, she arched a single brow, challenging Angel to deny it.
"The child is mine," Tryson’s voice rang out suddenly, cutting through the tension like a blade.
Angel’s breath hitched for the briefest moment, but she quickly masked her reaction, her expression remaining unreadable. Slowly, she turned her head to meet Tryson’s gaze, watching him intently.
At that moment, he seemed unwavering—utterly certain of his words. Why did he say those words?
At that moment, Angel couldn’t help but feel a deep, overwhelming guilt settling in her chest.
Tryson was standing there, claiming to be the father of her child with such certainty, but the truth weighed heavily on her—she was pregnant with him which she claimed to be Arthur’s baby.