“Looking for where your real father is?” Terrence got up and looked at me with a look so hard to define. 

I nodded. 

“But why, Kate? No, I mean, do you have any other, more plausible reason why I should help you find him?” Terrence asked again. 

“I just want to see how happy he is living with his mistress out there,” I replied curtly. 

“You’ll hurt yourself if you know the answer, mate. Never mind… don’t look for him anymore. He didn’t even find out about your life at all, did he?” 

“I see,” I answered resignedly, then sighed. 

“Why do you suddenly want me to do that? Is...