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"Wait... so this is ... your daughter?!" The old man gaped at the baby. "Y-you... don't tell me you're a... or is it him?!" He said pointing at Hector. Carrier males were still a recent discovery,and the old man, being almost always absent from his son's life, had no idea of knowing his anatomy.

"no, this can't be true..." a lot of nasty thoughts passed the old man's mind. Ultimately - he was aiming at money. This young lad that was there didn't look like someone that he could convince... now if they were married...

His evasive glance trailed off to the kitchen table. On the chopping board.... Wiht an agility rarely seen in someone of his age, he grabbed the knife. Hector was quick to react being a strong, young man. he grabbed the old man's wrist and yelled. "What are you trying to do!" he said and tried pinning him down, but a man in desperation had surprising strenght. Hector knew Ophelia was close and he was severely hindered trying to shield the little girl. the old man took it to his advantage. In their struggle, Hector forced the old man down, but at the price of enduring a deep cut on his forearm . The knife was quickly thrown away as he pressed the father down on the counter. "How DARE you hurt my family....."