Chapter 39: Truth
“His son?” I clarified. Parang nabibingi yata ako bigla kaya kailangan ko pang ipaulit. “Yes, Thomas Alexander?” he answered, showing me a picture of a kid that looks like Noah. “He was named after me and Alexander,” he added. “H-how old is he?” I asked and I hated how I stuttered. “Six. Why are you asking me about your–wait. Are you not my grandson’s mother?” he asked instead. I shook my head harshly. “No. I am not. Noah and I do not have a son, Sir. We do not have any children yet.” Hearing that, he suddenly went pale. “Oh… I’m sorry I did not–” I cut him off. “It… It is okay, it was just that he… Noah never mentioned this to me,” I muttered before everything went blurry. I remember him apologizing and saying more words that I was already too high from what I learned from him th
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