Ethan Blackwell picked up the newspaper, scanning it closely. “There's barely anything about this guy here. Maybe he’s just an assistant or something?”
“Even if he is, it’s still a possibility,” Clara Dawson replied, clearly puzzled about her biological father.
But since she made up her mind to investigate, she was ready to face whatever truth came out of it.
“Alright, I’ll get someone to look into who he is,” Ethan said, grabbing a few more newspapers. There wasn’t much useful info, but the photos were clear enough—shouldn’t be too hard to track down.
“Ethan… I feel bad making you go through all this,” Clara said softly, glancing at him.
“Come on, don’t say that. What’s yours is mine,” Ethan replied with a smirk, gently brushing her cheek with his finger.
Clara nudged
