Jacques paused mid-step when he heard the little boy's adorably fierce voice.
Turning around, he saw Wilson marching toward him, his tiny face full of determination.
Jacques frowned, his expression complicated as he looked at the boy. "You looking for me?"
Wilson tilted his small head back to look up at the tall, imposing man. His big eyes studied him carefully.
Hands on his hips, Wilson demanded, "What's your relationship with my mommy? Why do you keep coming to the hospital to see her?"
He also wanted to figure out if this man was really his dad.
Looking at the little troublemaker in front of him, Jacques's mind instantly went back to the image of Sheila being sweet and affectionate with another man.
The thought felt like a slap in the face.
His mood soured immediately. "She's
