For a few brief seconds, Seraphina Quinn felt as if she could hear her own heart breaking.
Her fingers, hanging at her sides, tightened slightly.
After a moment, she lifted her eyes to look at Damian Fairchild, her voice flat and emotionless. "Yes." She paused. "But rather than coming to say goodbye, it's more accurate to say I'm here to break up with you."
A vein bulged on Damian Fairchild's temple. The nerves in his face tightened at Seraphina Quinn's words, contorting his expression into a grimace.
His breathing grew heavier, and the ferocity in his narrow eyes intensified.
He just stared at Seraphina Quinn in dead silence.
After a long while, he finally spoke. "You don't want me, but are you going to abandon our son, too?"
Feeling a pang of guilt, Seraphina Quinn didn't dare to meet Damian Fairchild's gaze.
She tore her eyes away from him and turned to walk to the floor-to-ceiling window.
