Chapter 347

"Alright, that's enough!" Daniel was clearly fed up. "No way. Not even a tiny chance." "You're old enough to be her dad!" "And seriously, what makes you think she’d just ditch someone like Julian—who, let’s be real, looks like he just walked out of a magazine spread—and fall for you?" "Just drop it already. That whole ‘long-lost sweetheart’ drama doesn’t suit your age. Don’t gross Claire out with that nonsense." Daniel still remembered the first time they all had dinner together. His uncle had started spouting nonsense about how Claire looked like his late wife, Rebecca. At the time, Daniel had chalked it up to nostalgia. Never imagined the man was seriously considering this fantasy. Harold looked like he was about to burst a blood vessel, his usually composed face now a chaotic mess of red and pale. He took a deep breath and pushed up his glasses. "Can you just let me finish? What I meant was—what if she's, possibly, my daughter?" He blurted that out, clearly worked up. Daniel just st