"Really? Not even a little bit?" She asked with a hint of astonishment. "Angelo come on, you must feel something towards the child."
He huffed a little in irritation and spoke in a harsher tone. "Asking me again and again the same question would be to change the answer. You have an answer, keep it."
"But he is a child. Your child!' she stressed the words trying her best to make a difference but achieved nothing. The man was made of stone.
So she resigned from the topic and leaned back on the couch. this day had been long and hard on her and now she wanted nothing more but to rest.
She could even feel a headache coming away.
But she still wanted to know more. So was a subtle tone she continued the conversation. "Did you never think of marrying the mother of your child?" It was logical. A child would have a better and more stable home and atmosphere to grow up in.
"I did." He answered but said nothing more after that.
