Chapter 36
Hearing Seth’s words, Layla suddenly remembered that he was allergle to eat fur as well.
Daisy had to have inherited it from him. In the rush of the earlier panic, she had completely forgotten.
When Layla didn’t respond immediately, Seth stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, his gaze sharp with urgency.
“Layla, I’m allergic to cat fur. Why is your daughter the same? Explain this to me,” he demanded, his voice tight.
Even Seth was startled by his own question. How could it be such a coincidence? Had Layla lied to him?
As the tension in Seth’s eyes deepened, Mark pulled Layla into his arms with a composed smile.
“My daughter takes after me. She’s allergic to cat fur,” Mark said lightly, his tone as calm as ever.
A flicker of disappointment flashed in Seth’s dark eyes.
He stared at Daisy for a long moment before speaking, his voice low and hoarse. “How could it be such a coincidence?
Mark’s expression didn’t waver. “I’ve been allergic to cat fur since I was a kid. I’ve always loved animals but could never keep one. I never thought this little trait would be passed down to my daughter. Come on, Daisy. Let’s get you your medicine.”
With that, he scooped Daisy into his arms and carried her inside.
Seth watched the father–and–daughter pair, an ache settling in his chest as jealousy and disappointment swept over him.
Why was Daisy Mark’s daughter? Why wasn’t she his?
He had always wanted a daughter, but because of Layla’s delicate health, he had been careful to use contraception, fearing that another pregnancy might lead to severe bleeding.
And yet, after leaving him, Layla had given another man the daughter he had longed for.
The thought churned inside him, a tangled mess of bitterness, jealousy, and an ache he couldn’t quite put into words.
If they hadn’t divorced, would Layla have fought to give him the daughter he’d always wanted?
They could have been a happy family of four. Benjamin would have been the doting big brother he was meant to be, not the rebellious troublemaker he had become
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Seth’s gaze lingered on Layla, his voice low and measured, “Cat allergies can be serious. In severe cases, u an eye on Daisy so she doesn’t suffer.”
Layla’s tone was calm, and her words were detached as she said, “She only sneezed and got a rash. There’s nothing more to worry about.”
Seth frowned slightly. “Why are her symptoms exactly like mine?”
Layla let out a cold, bitter laugh. “Because they’re the same as most allergy sufferers, Mr. Parker. Don’t overthink it.”
Seth remained rooted in place, as if searching for answers.
Sylvia was worried that the truth might slip out, so she said mockingly, “Don’t tell me that you think Dalsy is your daughter, Mr. Parker, Alter everything you’ve done, do you think life would give you such a perfect little family? Dream on.”
She opened the door and coldly added, “Please leave, Mr. Parker. This family needs to rest.”
Seth, known for his key composure, didn’t react with anger to Sylvia’s biting words. Instead, he followed her downstairs.
At the bottom of the stairs, Sylvia turned to face him, her tone sharp. “Mr. Parker, you let Layla go. She’s finally found happiness. Do her a favor and stop barging into her life.”
Seth’s expression remained steady, his tone calm yet firm. “I’ll leave her alone, but first, tell me who hurt her hand.”
Sylvia’s laugh was bitter, filled with scom. “Now you want to know? Where were you back then? If Layla had told you back then, would you have come back for her?”
She didn’t wait for his reply, her voice rising with venom as she continued, “No, you wouldn’t have. Your precious little sweetheart was threatening to end her life, and you chose to stay by her side instead!”
