Phillip felt anger rise at her words. "No. Absolutely not." He said, unintentionally mirroring her earlier statement. "I'm not going to let a child that's partially mine be used like some tool for people to hurt you, and I'm sure as hell not going to let the kid grow up without knowing who his father is."
His mouth was set into a firm line of determination, the one he normally reserved for tough business negotiations that he wasn't going to budge an inch on. Normally he preferred smooth, almost feline precision as he discussed a topic, but this time as far as Phillip was concerned discussion was over. He wasn't going to abandon a child, and he wasn't going to have her doctor documents and hide originals like the pregnancy was something to be ashamed on. It was a difficult situation, yes, something they certainly had never planned on, but he couldn't see how a baby between him and Whitney would be such a bad thing. He was a good man, and Whitney a clever, attractive woman who knew of his other life. Besides, he thought she was grossly underestimating her family. The de Winters had always treated Phillip like one of the family, and he couldn't help but think that a baby between him and Whitney would be a welcome thing to them.