Seraphina Quinn shook her head instinctively.
"I don't know. All I know is that if he really dies because of what my older brother did, it will be something I can never let go of for the rest of my life."
Damian Fairchild gave a bitter smile, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Seraphina Quinn's.
"What about our son and me? Have you done right by us? As for me..." His voice grew hoarse. "Do you still have any feelings for me?"
Seraphina Quinn stared at him blankly. "I may have wronged our son, but I don't feel I've wronged you."
The rims of Damian Fairchild's eyes grew even redder.
He stared at Seraphina Quinn without a word, the emotions in his eyes so intense they seemed ready to erupt.
His Adam's apple bobbed, but he remained silent for a long time.
Seraphina Quinn met his gaze and spoke in a slow, deliberate tone.
