Chrysan's POV
After five minutes of cleaning, I finally opened the door and familiar faces greeted me. The younger version of Uncle Aiden and this sophisticated and intimidating-looking kid, wearing a blue baseball cap while l*cking a green lollipop. I assume this is Alvis.
I looked back at Uncle Aiden when he spoke while scratching the back of his head, "I thought no one's home. I'm so sorry for not seeing you off from the hospital, Chrysan. Things in the lab have been chaotic given that your father— Uhm... got arrested."
"It's okay, Uncle. Thank you for visiting us today," I said and smiled which made him sigh in relief.
He chuckled. "I think you've heard. Being Samson your— uh... biological father," he said.
I looked at him confusedly and looked back at Mom but she just stuck he
