Evelyn was flustered.
"Dad, I'm almost thirty. Can't I get a little privacy? I've told you that it was all me. He didn't even know I was pregnant. It was an accident. If you have to blame someone, blame me and my bad luck. Just ease up.”
“Blame it on her and her bad luck?' Carlos’ heart ached at her words.
Evelyn was a hard-luck woman when it came to love. Her first three boyfriends were dead.
And she broke up with the fourth one. Now there was this guy. She had an accidental pregnancy that turned into an ectopic one. What a tragedy!
Carlos felt his heart break into a thousand pieces for his daughter.
“Have some soup first," he said in a calm voice as he placed the bowl of soup on the table.
Evelyn, however, had no appetite at all. In a choked voice, she said,
“Dad, I'LL go to America tomorrow. As long as you promise me..."
“I promise!" Carlos interrupted her.
Evelyn opened her mouth, but said nothing more. She lowered her head and focused on eating the soup.
When she finished, Carlos asked Debbie to leave and take the other two kids. Only he and Evelyn were left in the ward.
Carlos gave Debbie a comforting look. Then she closed the door to the ward.
The father and daughter sat face to face in the room.
“Evelyn.”
Evelyn took a deep breath and bravely looked into his eyes.
"Dad."
“Are you calmer now? If you're cooled down now, we can talk. If not,
I'l wait."
Sad, Evelyn said, “I'm sorry, Dad." She shouldn't have spoken to Carlos like that. She knew that.
“You don't have to apologize. I know you. But Evelyn, you've been conned."
Her heart skipped a beat.
Evelyn was almost thirty years old, and Carlos believed she should accept the bitter truth. Ignoring his daughter's reaction, he continued, "If he really fell for you in a week, he should've respected you instead of taking advantage of you. He should've asked you out first. But obviously, he didn't."
“Dad, you don't trust my judgment?" Evelyn blurted out without confidence.
She believed in Sheffield. The way he looked at her was so sincere. The eyes don't Lie.