- Where do you think you're going...
At Jonathan Eames's voice, coming out from between the hedges, Goren stopped some distance from the tree that led to Alex's room, and his heart missed a beat, mortified at having been either discovered, or his intentions.
My God...
Don't tell me...
No, it couldn't be.
Jonathan Eames couldn't have known he was going to join his last daughter.
Goren had been very careful, reducing his visits to Alex's room.
So how could he have found out.
But the way he was hiding, as if on a stakeout, told him that Jonathan Eames knew exactly where he was going.
Goren couldn't pretend he hadn't understood.
He had understood very well, as his intuition told him, that Jonathan Eames was suspicious of him and Alex.
And seeing him here, at this time of night, confirmed what he was thinking.
So why ask him if he knew where he was going.
In addition, there was no point in lying now.
He'd been caught, and it was too late to invent a story.
- Don't even think about climbing that tree. Jonathan Eames pointed to the tree a few inches from Goren. You think I didn't see you the other night.
Pardon.
So that's what it was.

Jonathan Eames had guessed what was going on between him and his latest daughter, and even surprised him.
But then why hadn't he fallen on top the other night.
Why had he waited.
- You think I don't know what goes on in my own daughter's room. Alex's father raised his voice, his face turning red with anger. When she acts like a debauched with you.
What.
He'd heard right.
Alex was behaving like a debauched...
No, it couldn't be.
Jonathan Eames couldn't have said that about his daughter.
He wouldn't dare.
And yet...
He was sure he'd heard her words.
Of rage, Goren advanced on Jonathan Eames, the stitches gripping his hips until his knuckles were white.
- Repeat what you just said about Alex...
Oh... Oh...
But the young runt just can't stand it when he insults his own daughter.
But Jonathan Eames couldn't hold back his anger.
The sight of his last fifteen-year-old daughter shamelessly pressing herself into Goren's arms with such debauchery had driven him mad.
And all because of young Goren, who had turned his daughter's head.
- She's acting like a debauchee with you. Goren violently grabbed Jonathan Eames by the collar, pulled his rage-disfigured face closer, and raised his fist. Hit me... And it will be added to your file.
His file...
What did that mean…

Was Jonathan Eames threatening him.
- Sex offender on a minor... Plus violence against a law enforcement officer. This will make a nice locker for you.
But yes.
Alex's father was indeed threatening him.
Shocked by what he'd just heard, Goren let go of Alex's father, stepped back.
No.
Jonathan Eames wouldn't do that.
He wouldn't dare.
Sex offender...
That's what he'd told her.
Him, a sex offender.
He hadn't forced himself on Alex...
Or rape her.
He would never do such a thing.
He cared too much for her.
He wasn't, and never would be, a sex offender.
And yet...
By law, he was.
My God...
Why did he have to fall head over heels for a lassie fifteen-year-old.
Goren should have been patient.
Because he should have known the consequences.
But he hadn't listened to his reason, he'd listened to his heart.
And now he was paying the price.
In addition, Jonathan Eames had spoken to him of violence against a representative of the law...
But he hadn't.
He had intended to punch him in the face for insulting the girl he loved.

But he hadn't.
So it wasn't true.
But if Jonathan Eames carried out his threat, especially since he was a policeman with a long arm.
Goren already knew, not only would he go to jail, but he would have no hope of joining the police force.
And he'd lose everything.
All because he'd had the misfortune to fall in love with his daughter, and to have slept with her.
- You'd better leave my house... And without saying goodbye to my daughter.
Leave his house...
And not say good-bye to Alex.
No, he couldn't do that.
Goren couldn't leave Alex like that.
He loved her too much, and didn't want to hurt her.
And if he did that, he'd hurt her.
And that was out of the question.
He could live with him suffering.
But not Alex.
Un addition, things couldn't end between him and Alex.
At least not like this.
- And if I refuse.
At this voice vibrating with anger and defiance., Jonathan Eames looked at him, stunned.
But the young runt was stubborn.

Despite her threats, he openly dared to rebel, even if it meant losing everything.
Did he forget that he had taken advantage of his fifteen-year-old daughter's naivety.
But just two seconds before, he'd nearly slammed his fist into her face.
And for what valid reason...
It wasn't serious.
To react like that, Goren must not have been in his right mind.
You don't risk your whole life for a fifteen-year-old girl.
Even if her daughter was his.
Especially, just for her body.
Because Jonathan Eames was sure that Goren was only with his daughter for her body.
And even though, the other night, he'd told his daughter he loved her.
He didn't believe a word of it.
His latest daughter might be credible, but not him.
Did he really think it possible that a twenty-year-old boy could seriously fall in love with a fifteen-year-old girl.
It simply wasn't possible.
And Jonathan Eames knew why Goren had pretended to love his last daughter.
To get his daughter into bed, quite simply.
And from his daughter's reaction, he'd succeeded.

Given the scandalous way she'd behaved the other night, pressing her body against Goren's like the last of the debauched.
At this memory, Jonathan Eames' anger grew tenfold into rage.
And all he wanted to do was cut what Goren had in his crotch, to make him regret having dared to put his dirty hands on his daughter.
- Then you'll be a sex offender... And goodbye to your police career.
At her words, Goren's heart stopped, he struggled to breathe, and staggered in shock.
No.
Anything but this.
Jonathan Eames wouldn't do that.
In addition, if he did, Goren would have nothing left.
And he'd lose everything.
And what if his mother's illness got worse.
No, that wasn't an option.
- If you don't want that to happen. You'd better go.
My God.
What he was going through was a nightmare.
All because he'd had the misfortune to fall in love with a fifteen-year-old girl and sleep with her.
No, it wasn't possible.
- I'll send you your money.
He'd send her his money...
That money...
He didn't want it.

Goren didn't want anything by Jonathan Eames, who was destroying his life.
- I don't want a penny from you... You can you put it where I think.
And well...
That was pretty.
In addition, Goren was vulgar.
- You'd better leave... And right now.
- No.
No.
Jonathan Eames couldn't believe what he'd just heard.
Goren had told him no.
He must have heard wrong.
But from Goren's defiant expression, he knew he'd heard right.
He'd dared to say no.
Jonathan Eames still couldn't believe his audacity.
But he dared to rebel, when he threatened to destroy his whole life.
- I'm not leaving... Goren, his face red with anger and pain, pointed his finger at Jonathan Eames. Not without telling Alex the real reason.
What.
But there was no way Goren was going to see his daughter.
And tell him the real reason.
In addition, Jonathan Eames didn't have to justify himself to his daughter.
He was the head of the family.

He was the one who decided what was right and wrong for his family.
So Goren han't not interest in doing it.
In addition, he wouldn't let a runt do it.
- Don't even think about it...
- You can't forbid me to her say goodbye.
He couldn't forbid her to say goodbye...
But he could.
And he had a right to.
Alex was his daughter, and she was a minor.
So it was up to him to decide for her.
Not some twenty-year-old man.
And Jonathan Eames would prevent Goren from saying goodbye to his daughter in any way he could.
But not listening to him, Goren had turned away, and was already scaling the tree, climbing the branch, and went through the window, .accessed Alex's room.
- It's not going to happen like that. Jonathan Eames rushed into the house. Jimmy... Nathan...