Amid the growing hostility online, Susan ’s voice broke through, sharp and trembling.
"Eddie," she began, her eyes red-rimmed with tears, "I understand why you didn’t save me."
"But I nearly died giving birth to our child and now, instead of coming to see her, you’re still obsessing over your job?"
She raised a piece of paper, her hands shaking as tears streamed down her cheeks.
The document was unmistakable—a paternity test, stamped with an official red seal.
"Here it is, in black and white. This child is biologically yours."
"How can you be so indifferent?"
The live-stream exploded again, comments whizzing by faster than the eye could follow.
I glanced at the number of viewers, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips.
"Indifferent?" I said softly, my voice tinged with amusement.
"Of course I care."
"Not only do I care about the child, but I also have a special gift for all of you."
Susan froze. Her expression shifted, a flicker of unease crossing her face.
