Dr. Angelo pov
I rushed to my son's room after I made sure that Pamela left. I hesitated at the beginning to talk to him, he;'s only eight years old. But I had to talk to him or I might lose my mind.
I barged into the room, he was sleeping. He hopped off the bed, "daddy."
I gazed at him for while trying to check his features if he already looked the same as I or I just tried to fool myself because I was dreaming of having children and a son.
He gazed at me for a whole, confused, "dad!"
I walked closer, he gulped as if he didn't trust me at that moment. I knew that I was so calm, so there was no reason for him to be scared.
That made me doubt.
"I know everything, Nathan. I know that you're not my son. Pamela told me." The words slipped from my mouth slowly and calmly, I kept my eyes
