Alac stared at the test result he held in his palms. He still found it hard to believe that Number 5 was really his child. He had been foaming with anger and a thirst for vengeance ever since he had left the hospital. He felt his blood boiling that he had to know about it when his son was in a bad state. He wasn't even able to spend a second with his son nor did he hear him call him Papa or Daddy while growing up. And he had sent his days grieving and hating himself.

He couldn't just let it slid, he couldn't just forgive his Father for...