Writer’s pov

Mr Reinle stared at Mr O’Briens like a deer caught in a day light, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly.. as he searched for what to say.

“Y-your son?” He asked.

Mr O’Briens simply hummed, he leaned back on his chair as Mr Reinle’s shoulders slumped down.

“B-but.. but how?” Mr Reinle wondered.

His mind flashed back to his wife’s words back then.

#flash_back

Mexico city… August 17, 2016.

Donald glared maliciously at Jasmine’s stomach, he clenched his jaw and balled his fist.

He felt like punching her on the stomach and forcing out the baby…he just can’t believe one of his daughters would get pregnant out of...