"Huh? Me?" I looked at him in disbelief. "Are you saying that was me? That is extremely impossible!"

Henry looked like he was not buying my words. "Come to think of it, Dominixe. Demetrius said that his mother looked like you. An exact copy of his mother. Even the voice."

"Did he say that?" I parroted. "How come would I be a mother of him, idiot? I cannot conceive a pup at such a young age!" I exclaimed. "Are you seriously hearing yourself, Henry?"

This was absurd that I was hearing this right now. He just concluded something that had no evidence.

And me? Dameta?

That was impossible!

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