chapter 58

A few days later the baby was discharged. Although Eva did not feel she was her mother, she cared for her as if she were. Seeing her so unprotected and weak, Eva sought her attention.

"Eva, can we talk about everything that's going on?" asked Demetrio with a frown.

Eva looked at him with a raised eyebrow. She was tired of telling him that this was not her daughter.

"I can't talk to a person who doesn't believe in me."

Demetrius cupped her face in pain.

"I know love, it just seems absurd to me that you say the child is not yours, and if it is, where is my daughter?" he asked, confused.

"I don't know Demetrio." Eva knelt at his feet, the Italian, in a way she had never done before. "That's why I'm like this, I'm afraid that something has happened to the child, even if on second thought." Eva was pensive. She had thought a lot of things, but she wasn't sure, and she didn't want Demetrio to go crazy with her idea.

"Stop kneeling my love, it hurts me to see you like this." He lifted her ar