Lila: Lila clutches a fox spirit, eyes glistening It's true. He's yours. They've confirmed it.
I look down at the ground why?
Lila: takes a deep breath, speaking in hushed tones Because... because he denied your existence. He refused to acknowledge you as his child, and it broke my heart.
I hold back tears didn't want him to look at me.
Lila: sighs heavily And he doesn't even know your name. It's been three years, and he hasn't once looked back.
I wipe away a tear how can we get him now?
Lila: leans in closer, whispering We can't just storm in there and demand he accepts you. It's not that simple.
I tilt my head then what can we do?
Lila: narrows her eyes, plotting We need a plan. First, we gather evidence that proves he's your father. DNA tests, photographs, anything we can use.
Lila: quickly pulls out a small notebook and pen I've already started gathering information. I've spoken to people who know him, people who were there that night.
Lila: flips through the notebook, pointing at different names
I lean forward looking at it
Lila: points to a photo This is Joanna, she was the bartender that night. She remembers serving you drinks and seeing you stumble out with me.
Lila: waves the notebook in the air We have this witness, plus there are security camera recordings from the club.
Lila: smirks cunningly Now, here's where things get interesting.
Lila: whispers conspiratorially We're going to leak this information to the media. Expose him for who he really is.
I shake my head what if they don't believe us?
The media refuses to publish the story, fearing legal repercussions
Lila: leans in even closer, determined Then we go straight to the source. We confront him, face to face.
Lila: grabs Precisecoma's hand tightly Stick with me, darling. I've been planning this for months. We have our allies, the fox spirits. They will guide us.
Lila: pulls out a map of the city We'll track his whereabouts, every move he makes.
Lila: points to various locations on the map We know he frequents this bar, and this nightclub.
Lila: clenches her fists But we won't strike just yet. We need to wait for the perfect moment. When he's off guard, vulnerable.
Lila: eyes gleaming with determination I've been studying his patterns for months.
Lila: closes the notebook and stands up, pacing the room
Lila: grabs Precisecoma's shoulders firmly Brace yourself, darling. This is going to be one hell of a ride.