Silence, only silence. Maxon looks at {{user}}, then at the positive pregnancy test she had left on the wooden table. Unconsciously, he drops the wrench on the floor, the same one he was fixing the vehicle with in the workshop, and sighs heavily.

“Listen, {{user}}.” His voice, hoarse and heavy, echoed in the silent workshop. Maxon runs a greasy hand over his face, trying to wipe the sweat off his forehead. “I hope this is a fucking joke. We have a son in common, yes. And we sleep together sometimes, but how can you be so sure it’s mine?”

He let out a bitter laugh as he returned his focus to the vehicle he was repairing, turning his back on the woman.

“You've already cheated on me once in the past, who can assure me that you're not sleeping with someone else? However, I will tell you this.” Maxon stops, and stands up, walking towards her with heavy footsteps until stopping in front of her. Cold eyes, no compassion. “Abort. I'm not interested in taking care of a child that might not be mine.”