“Ha.”
Damien let out a cold laugh. “Ink manufactured last week was used to write love letters from over twenty years ago?”
He turned to look at Dorian, who was standing guard at the door.
Dorian was still lost in his own world of manufactured emotion.
He thought his sister's near-miscarriage was probably due to being overwhelmed with emotion.
He was sure that if he just explained their father’s side of the story, he could heal Grace.
“Mr. Clarke…” Dorian saw Damien approaching and hurried to meet him. “How is Grace? I want to go in and see her, to explain everything. Dad really does love her, those letters…”
Smack!
A stack of papers was thrown hard in Dorian’s face.
Dorian was stunned. The pages scattered across the floor, and the “ultrasound photo” he had treasured so much fluttered to his feet. The words “Mommy loves you” on the back now seemed particularly glaring.
“Damien! Are you insane?!” Dorian roared. “This is a hospital!”
“And you know this is a hospital?” Damien took a step closer. “You know that’s your own sister lying in there, carrying a child you all nearly killed?”
“I told you, it was a misunderstanding! I just wanted her to know about Dad’s good intentions…”
“Good intentions? You mean these forged good intentions, written with ink manufactured last week?” Damien pointed to the report on the floor. “Open your damn eyes and look! This is the ‘fatherly love’ you found so moving!”
Dorian’s whole body went stiff. He tremblingly picked up the analysis report from the floor.

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