Harlan and I had chosen not to stay in a hotel this time. Instead, we rented an apartment.
After we got out of the car, Harlan seemed to remember something and asked, “Debra, is Elena Caleb’s child?”
“No,” I denied instinctively.
His question caught me off-guard, though.
Most people in the Xeric Pack thought that I had been dumped by my mate after getting pregnant. No one knew who the father of my daughter was. So why did Harlan suddenly ask me this?
And how did he know about the relationship between Elena and Caleb?
“Debra, stop lying. It’s so obvious.” Harlan folded his arms across his chest and looked at me defiantly.
I forced a smile and tried to sound as natural as possible. “Harlan, are you kidding? How could Caleb be Elena’s father?”
Harlan sighed helplessly. “Even if you refuse to admit it, I can see at a glance that the two are related.”
The smile on my face froze and my body went stiff.
Before, I didn’t try to hide the relationship between Elena and Caleb. Paula knew the truth, but that was fine since I trusted her. But I was afraid that others—people Like Harlan-would find out the truth. I knew that people Like Harlan would try to use Elena to extract information from Caleb.
So, I continued to deny it. “Harlan, you’re out of your mind. They just look alike, that’s all. There are so many blondes in this world. Do you think they’re all related?”
Harlan pursed his lips tightly, as though he wasn’t expecting me to be so stubborn.
“Well, in that case, can I introduce Elena to Caleb some time?”
This rendered me speechless. I racked my brains for an excuse, but it was futile.
“Well, don’t deny it anymore.” Harlan’s expression softened slightly “Since Elena is Caleb’s daughter, why hide it? We can use Elena to force Caleb into telling us Adam’s secret. It’ll save us a lot of trouble. We won’t have to risk exposing us!”
“No!” I shook my head firmly.
“Debra, what the hell is wrong with you? You have the tool to accomplish this mission, yet you refuse to use it!” Harlan frowned unhappily.
“Harlan, Elena is my daughter. She is not a tool!”
“I’m not asking you to risk her life!”
We both raised our voices. During the heated argument, Harlan subconsciously grabbed my hand.
“Let her go!”
