I glanced toward his direction, "Caroline", I muttered, wondering why he called her mommy. I carried him into my arms instantly, since Mr. Larry instructed us not to let Caroline set her eyes on little Larry. he struggled to get down, so I made my grip strong.
"What's wrong with you, and why did you call her mommy?" I asked, confused.
"Let me down Tiffany, I am confident she is my mommy"
"What gave you the assurance she is your mom", I dropped him, wiggling my eyebrows. He told me she was the woman in the photo, whom Larry had always been longing for.
I felt a pang of jealousy, knowing Caroline was the mother of his child. It is tough to forget the woman of your child.
We went back to the room, and I got our suitcases ready. I told Amila to take Larry to the car. Some guys came in
