"She took her mother's surname. Her name is Zoey Smith," Max said.
I laughed. I was completely speechless with this man. "Zoey? Does that mean 'the first child'? Based on the timeline, Zoey must have been conceived during our junior or senior year."
"That's not true. I didn't name her," he explained.
How laughable.
I looked at him coldly and asked, "So the child isn't yours, is she? Zoey now has leukemia. What do you plan to do?"
The panic on his face was gone. He knelt beside me on one knee, taking my already cold hand in his.
"Mandy, it's all my fault. I know I've wronged you."
"But the fault lies with the adults. The child is innocent."
I shoved his hand away in frustration and coldly asked, "Max, you think the child is innocent. What about our child? Am I not innocent?"
"Let our daughter try the match. It might not work, but at least it's giving her a chance. I've tried many people, but none were a match. If our daughter isn't a match, then I'll have my parents try," Max said.
I looked at the man in front of me, feeling like I was seeing him for the first time today.
He seemed so unfamiliar.
I asked, "Do you know how old Chloe is?"
He froze.