Apologizing in Person

Uncle Olsen was taken aback by these words.

He didn't show excitement but instead took another deep drag of his cigarette before squinting his eyes. "You're saying, Taylor isn't Keira's father?"

"Correct."

Ellis nodded. "Just now, that mistress poisonously admitted it herself, and from the looks of Keira, she didn't deny it..."

He curiously looked at Uncle Olsen. "Keira isn't your daughter, is she?"

However, Uncle Olsen threw his cigarette on the ground, crushed it with his leather shoe, and kicked it into the ashtray nearby, before looking at him. "No."

Ellis was startled. "Really? I thought she might be..."

Before he could finish speaking, Uncle Olsen kicked him. "Wouldn't I know if I'd done such a thing?"

Ellis jumped up and dodged the kick, looking somewhat disappointed. "Fine then. I was just hoping for a cousin. You've really disappointed me."

"Get lost."

"Alright."

"Come back."

Ellis came back.