ROOSEVELT'S POV

After I got to my office. I realized the stupid decision I just made. Why would I tell a father to sign his rights away for his own child, it doesn't just make any sense.

Even though I was angry about the DNA test he conducted, I wasn't evil. I decided to go back to meet him.

I took a slow, deep breath and entered his office without knocking.

Zyran was standing, looking at his bandaged hand, probably lost in his thoughts. He didn't even notice me.

I cleared my throat and when he looked up, his eyes narrowed slightly. "Zyran. No don't draft or sign the document,"...