"I show respect to you. Have you no regard for it?"

Jaylen, seething in his own fury, retorted, “Fuck you! You drugged me and held me captive. And you speak of respect? Am I supposed to express gratitude?"

Alick scoffed, "Not need."

"Despicable!" Jaylen was livid.

A scuffle ensued between them.

Neither was keen to be the first to back down.

Soon, both their faces were marred with welts and bruises.

They ceased their fight when they heard the baby's wails.

Jaylen dabbed at the blood trickling down his mouth as he glared at Alick.

"Listen up, you're not getting away this time."

"And what will you do? Devour me?" Alick shot him an icy look and retorted, "I doubt you're capable of that."

Then he exited the room.

Jaylen quickly turned his attention to the baby in the crib.

The baby was bawling pitifully. He was probably hungry.

Jaylen untied Margot and asked her to tend to the baby.

Margot picked up the baby, casting Jaylen a pointed look.

“This child is yours. He's been taken for so long. Don't you want to seek justice? Don't you feel any remorse?"

Jaylen lounged on the couch. This time, he had showed the child to Isaac and Camila, a ruse to stir up suspicion.

If they confirmed the baby wasn't theirs, they'd abandon the pursuit.

Even if some evidence linked back to him in the future, they wouldn't probe further, having confirmed that the child was not theirs.