"Yes, and just how many other 'friends' do you have who have conceived you children?" Percy asked, a little annoyed. He hadn't meant to say that, because the past should have stayed in the past, and he had promised to himself not to bring it up, but this was different.
Percy stood up and started to walk. "What? Is that all you can say? You read that your son- your own flesh and blood has a mother who sounds like she's ready to get rid of him and you're worrying about pictures in her house? Cass, are you out of your mind? Unless you miss the point of the letter, you are a father. This is your child, and she sounds unable or unwilling to take care of him."