How, Is He Your Father Too?

Oak looked at Tsuru with a complicated expression. He had basically confirmed his suspicion. He truly hadn't expected that after he entered the Rainbow Mist all those years ago, Tsuru would actually...

"Why ask when you already know?"

Tsuru snorted coldly at him. Wasn't this all because of what this bastard had done back then? For more than a month straight, he had tormented her almost every day. Sometimes, he had even kept at it for several days in a row. There had been no precautions whatsoever. It would have been stranger if nothing had happened.

Tsuru's attitude was anything but polite, but Oak had no comeback. This really was his fault. Back then, he had only cared about satisfying himself and never considered whether Tsuru might get pregnant. Nor had he expected himself to disappear—and stay gone for more than thirty years. His gaze shifted to the child who looked fifty or sixty percent like him...

Although this child appeared more than a decade older than Oak himself, there was no doubt about it. He was Oak and Tsuru's blood.

"What's your name?"

For a moment, Oak didn't know what to say, so he asked for his son's name.

Before coming here, Eagle had also felt conflicted. He didn't know how he was supposed to face the father he had believed dead for over thirty years—a father he was meeting for the first time.

But once he truly saw him, he found the situation somewhat beyond his expectations. This father of his had a woman tucked under each arm. One looked even younger than Eagle, while the other was merely a girl who had just come of age. Their intimate behavior made it obvious that their relationship was far from ordinary.

So when Oak questioned him, he immediately answered