"You're being ridiculous, Mortcombe! He's your son, for fuck's sake!"
Those were the words that kept on ringing in his ear. He wanted to deny the child's existence but it would not wake her up. Instead, he tolerated the child's presence in a room together.
However, every single time he tried to carry him, the baby's appearance itself made him angry as though he was the one being abused by the Bloodsworth.
His body quivered with rage upon laying his hazel eyes on the auburn-haired child that he knew he would regret the moment he touched the baby.
He knew it would be a huge mistake that he would never be able to undo and it would be the fastest way to ruin the bond he had built with his prisoner.
As so, he thought it would be better for him not to touch the child for the moment. Not even to soothe the child when he's crying nor to give him a goodnight kiss. He would rather be called the infamous neglectful father than the notorious murderer.
Sorry for the delayed upload. I actually have written a decent amount to be posted at the time of my liking. But luckily I was too drowsy that I didn't. Because it was trash! lol it was so ridiculous because you see I caught this flu, idk if it's ili, and well, let,'s just say all I've written is a decent amount of nonsense that makes no sense. But it's alright. That's behind me now hahaha
Hopefully this chapter is worth waiting!