— You hid a son from me for two years— he states, not even asking.
— My child doesn’t have a father.
— I am his father.
— You didn’t want to know me before— resentment speaks inside me— now I don’t want to know you.
— I don’t care. Today pack your things and resign. You’re moving in with me.
— No.
— Then you’re fired, and you can do without your things. I stand stubbornly in place.
— That’s “in a good way”. And in a bad way… I’ll just take your son from you. EVA’S STORY — I WANT YOU TO BELONG TO ME.