ZAYN—

"You didn't tell me all this year that you have a secret baby with someone?" She commented, looking excited.

"I don't have a child anywhere, Grandma. I'm yet to figure out how I'm connected to this child," I responded, my last statement solely to draw her mind off the notion that the girl looks like me, although I know it's a clear fact.

"I'm doomed. God, what's my offense to give me this type of a grandchild?" She wailed, raising both hands up as she questioned her creator.

"Why are you determined to let your father's legacy be forgotten? You've refused to spend time with me and also don't...