Just then, both Rebecca and Aidan's faces turned pale. I looked at Aidan with curiosity and asked, "Is he calling you?"
Before Aidan could respond, Rebecca quickly crouched down awkwardly and pulled the little boy close, saying, "Hey, stop it. Your daddy went to get the car! This is Mr. Davis, not your Daddy!"
The next second, the boy's expression turned peculiar, his back straightening as he looked up at Aidan with a mix of confusion and grievance. I was sure it was Rebecca's firm grip guiding his reaction.
Meanwhile, Aidan pretended to maintain his composure and observed the scene coldly, but his eyes held a chilling sternness as he looked at the boy.
Rebecca stood up with the boy's hand in hers, knuckles white from the tight grip, and continued her charade, pointing to Leonard and s
