Clarence was completely stunned.
It took him quite a while to process what he'd just heard-Elaria was his daughter. His and Margaret's.
He stood there, dazed and teary-eyed, staring at Elaria. The more he looked, the more clearly he saw traces of his past love in her face. His voice trembled as he finally croaked out, "You're my little girl... you're my daughter..."
Just as he was about to take a step forward, Mrs. Harmon cut in, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "And what makes you think you have the right to claim her now? Have you forgotten what you just said back there? You and your wife ganged up again and again to insult my daughter-I haven't even started counting that score. And for your information, my daughter has only one father. His name's Henry Harmon, and it'll stay t
