Evan's devastated expression was etched in my memory forever.

His dream of being a father was shattered. His chance to embody the virtues of filial piety and parental love vanished forever.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?!"

"So, whose child is it?" Evan glared at Fiona, seething with anger.

Fiona sobbed, clinging to Evan's hand as if it were her only lifeline.

"Evan… I… I don't know whose child it is."

"I thought it was yours, but I didn't know you couldn't have children."

I turned and walked away, listening to their absurd conversation with a sense of irony.

Perhaps those who are pitiful must have something despicable about them....