"Father, just like I told you the baby is mine," Angelia said. 

"Angelia, you know that it is a crime to steal someone else's child," Sir Williamson said standing in the doorway.

Stopping what she was doing, she said, "Yes Father I know that. Believe me, he is my son." 

"No. You can't be serious. Stop playing games with me, Angel," he shouted.

"Father. I'm not, it is the truth."

He crossed his arms across his chest and asked, "The whole truth?" 

"Yes father, I would never lie to you. If I stole it, I would tell you," said Angelia.

"Is that so? His dad. Where is his dad Angelia? I have never met him," he said. He had approached Angelia.

"Father. Is the dad important?" asked Angelia.

His rage sparked, he shouted, "Of course he is. He has to be responsible for his wife and baby."

"He is very busy, so I had to come alone."

"Okay. I want to know when he asked for your hand in marriage and whom he asked."

"Father, dinner is ready and you are starving, right?"

"Yes I am but I will not have dinner until you tell me what is going on."

"Father stop being stubborn, the food will get cold and that is not good."

"Angelia I'm going to give you some time but you will have to tell me the whole truth," he said. He sat.

"Father, you still don't believe me," said Angelia holding the baby.

"How can I believe you when," he stopped after getting a closer look at the baby, "Angelia this medallion."

Her blood ran cold when a word about the medallion was uttered.

"Father. I, uh, it is just a common medallion, and uh, everyone can own it because it is a fake one," she said as she covered it.

He nodded his head and said, "I see."

She picked up the baby, went to her room and locked the door she was doing as she promised. She promised Queen Elsa that she would never tell anyone including her father about this baby's identity. What a promise she made.

Williamson was in deep thoughts for hours when he heard someone banging the door. 

"I'm coming," he shouted as he moved to the door. He didn't want anyone to bother him right now but had no choice. He walked to the door and turned the doorknob. The door was wide open, he continued," Walter, in the middle of the night. Don't you ever sleep?"

With his soul burning, he shouted, "How can I sleep when you are planning to bring me problems, tell me Williamson?" 

With the way he shouted, Angelia heard him, she was still awake, "Could it be sir Walter?" she wondered.

"Problems. What- Let's talk outside, my daughter is sleeping," said Williamson.

"It fell into my ears that Prince Edric is not Alexander's biological son, we are the only ones who knew about it," he said, "We were not to disclose this information to anyone."

"Williamson. We were overheard."

"Give me the names if it wasn't you who uttered a word."

"He is called Willie. Willie Smith. He is only 20, don't hurt him. At Least he didn't speak out our names."

First, Willie overheard them; this time it was Angelia Williamson's daughter. She couldn't believe that her dad too had secrets, this meant that she didn't know what kind of person her father was. She rushed inside unnoticed.

"Thanks, Williamson, this was one of the problems that I had." 

"Since childhood, you have been having problems, when will they ever end?"

"I don't know," he said and got lost in thoughts.

Snapping his finger, Williamson said, "Walter, you know that you can always count on me, share your problems with me, maybe I can help."

"I don't think you can Williamson, this is complicated."

"When we were still young we promised each other that we will always be there for each other," Williamson recalled, "What happened Walter?"

"It is about a certain lady and a baby," he said, "The newborn baby is still alive, with no doubt."

"A baby. Is it yours?"

"No. It is king Ashford's and Queen Elsa's son."

"What you are saying is that Ashford's son is still alive."

"Exactly, he was taken away from the palace and only two people, now three know about it," he said, "That is you, me and a lady called Angelia."

"Angelia," he rephrased. He wondered if it was his daughter.

"Do you know her Williamson?"

"No, I don't know her," he said immediately, "Does the prince know anything about this?"

"No, he shouldn't know anything about this matter."