“This baby isn’t yours.” Simon’s eyes glistened coldly at my words. Apparently he’s smiling, but in a strange and spine-chilling tone, Simon asked me. “…Oh, really?” That low, shady voice, pretending to be gentle. The anger in his voice was cold and cruel enough to freeze his surroundings. “Then, which bastard does that child belongs to?” He’s angry. I’ve known him for a long time that’s why I could tell. That’s the voice that comes out when he can no longer hold back his anger. But then… why the hell is he so upset? “If you’ll know, what are you going to do?” “That jerk can’t even be a good father so…” “…… so what?” “I can’t let him live.” Oh no. I’m in trouble. After seeing his blue eyes lit with fire, there’s no way I could tell him now that it’s his child.