"So, I have no choice but to ask you again…" Saira leaned forward, "Will you help me escape Sir Collins? In return, I'll let you see our child. I'll send you regular updates—photos, videos, whatever you need."
Adam didn't move right away and instead simply stared at her until finally she looked away, feeling uncertain. His gaze was hard, unreadable. Then, slowly, he said, "I don't want updates. I want to meet the child. Face to face."
Saira blinked, and something cold flickered behind her eyes. "No."
"No?" he repeated and then gave her a cold smile, "Why would I help you, Saira? I have no attachment to this child. I didn't ask for him. I didn't even know he existed. You lied. You hid him. Don't expect me to suddenly care just because you say so. That picture and child could be fake for all I know."
