Chapter 81

Tracy's POV.

If he wasn't mine, then whose child was he?" Kian's voice echoed through the entire compound. Strands from his Chestnut wavy hair fell all over his face as the veins on his forehead throbbed, threatening to burst out of his head.

Why do you even care, huh? Why do you care?" My voice threatened to bring down the building. The nerve of him to show up demanding who Kian was.

He paced back and forth, running a hand through his hair as he did, "Now tell me, tell me how old that baby is." his teeth seemed like they were going to shatter from the force of the gritted teeth.

"He is two years old," shrugging my shoulders like it was no big deal. I dragged my eyes behind Kia, observing the guards. Thankfully, they seemed livid at the ongoing exchange between Kia and me.

"Kia, leave now," my outstretched arms pointed towards the gate.

"You can not deny the fact that the kid is a spitting image of me, Tracy," he inched forward, shaking me violently as if wanting his words to sink