'I don't even like Seth Quinn. He's the one who keeps pestering me about marriage. I never took the initiative, and I never agreed to marry him, did I?'
'What do I have to feel guilty about!'
The thought of marriage brought Seth Quinn's words back to her mind: "He's not my son," and "Do you think just any woman is worthy of bearing my child?"
'Is that true? Could Cherie really not be his son?'
Clara Grant frowned. She remembered Cherie saying something similar—that Seth Quinn wasn't his dad. At the time, she had assumed he was just lashing out because he was hurt. But now that she thought about it, it didn't seem that way. It sounded more like he was simply stating a fact.
'If Cherie really isn't Seth Quinn's son...'
Clara Grant didn't even realize it herself, but deep down, a part of her was actually hoping Cherie wasn't Seth Quinn's son.
"Cherie," Clara Grant began, speaking carefully, "I want to ask you something. Seth Quinn... is he, is he really your dad?"
