"Apart from your looks, what other proof do you have that you're my father? You neither know my name, how I was born, where I was born. You don't know anything about me. How then do you expect me to believe that you're my father?"
The little boy was usually quiet, always acting indifferent, but this seemed to be the first time he was saying so many words at once.
Tristan felt a pang of guilt in his chest. The boy was indeed right—though they were his children, he knew nothing about them.
"Then what proof do you want?" Tristan asked calmly.
Leo didn't mince words. "I demand a DNA test."
"A DNA test?" Tristan repeated.
"Yes."
Tristan resisted the urge to smile as he looked at the little boy who looked exactly like him, yet was unconvinced and demanded scientific proof. Nevertheless, he replied, "Alright then. But if I'm proved to be your father, then what?"
