"That's impossible, Dr Abel," Williams said, eyes narrowing slightly, "that child… he's not Casper's. There's no way. I've seen Casper. I know Casper very well. I could pick his face out of a crowd blindfolded. That child looks nothing like him. Not even remotely close. Not in the eyes, not in the cheekbones, not in the set of his jaw."
Williams clenched his jaw as he spoke, the muscles in his neck tightening.
"I'm certain," he continued, quieter now, but with even firmer conviction. "That child is mine."
Dr. Abel let out a long, tired sigh, the kind that seemed to deflate something deep in his chest. The more he looked at Williams, the less the doubt that Dexter belonged to him.
"You may be right," he finally said, his voice measured, almost reluctant. "I only said what I did because… well, because of what Chidera told me. But to truly know… to confirm it all for sure," he added, "you need to speak to her yourself."
