Abigail came into view for everyone to see her. She was escorted by Alex on one side and Cynthia on the other side.
"He knew all this while that I was his daughter and yet he kept mute. For years I have itched to know who my father was. For years, I believed my mother was at fault for denying me the love and tenderness of my father. For years, I have dreamt of what today would be like. But now, standing in front of you..." Tears rolled down Abigail's eyes. "... I detest the knowledge of you. I curse you. I curse the day you met my mother and planted me in her womb. I would rather die a thousand times than call you my father."
There was complete silence in the room aside from Abigail's intermittent sniffing. She was heartbroken and she hated the fact that she was crying before Greg. Hence, she angrily wiped the tears running down her cheeks, while glaring at the man responsible for all the pain she had been through.