"Are you sure?" Kaiser curves an eyebrow in a disdainful and somewhat nervous manner, taking one of his hands to scratch the back of his head in an awkward manner: "Is this girl really my daughter?"

You don't know whether to cry or scream right here. Kaiser, the father of your recently born daughter, who had spent the entire pregnancy process away from you - denying at all times that he was not the child's father, was standing right in front of you now. Disrupting your calm in silent motherhood.

He had not even seen the birth of the girl identical to him.

"You know, my schedule is full. It was difficult to find time to see you" He sighs, putting his hands inside his jacket pocket, his eyes falling on the little girl in his arms. "Can I order DNA?"