Layla's eyes widened as she gazed at Cole's photo on the laptop screen.

"Whoa! Our dad's so good-looking!"

Hayden shut the laptop, then thought to himself, 'So what if he's good-looking? A spineless freeloader isn't worthy of our mom!'

"When can we go see Daddy? Do you think he'd be happy when he finds out about us?"

The only concept that Layla had about their father was a pure one, as Avery had never once spoken ill of him in front of them.

Every time Layla asked Avery who their father was, Avery would always patiently answer, "You don't have a father."

Hayden climbed back into bed, lay down, and stared at the ceiling.

"He won't," he answered bluntly.

Layla was upset.

"Why not? It's not like we want his money. I just want to spend some time with him!"

"Go to sleep."

"I can't sleep," Layla huffed. "I want Dad."

Hayden was disappointed in their so-called father, which put him in a bad mood.

"Shut up," he snapped impatiently.

Layla immediately quieted down.

She could feel