Chapter 2

Unwilling to give up just yet, I tore my eyes away from the boy's unfamiliar face and continued searching the classroom. However, I didn't see William anywhere.

"Stop causing trouble!" the security guard roared, cursing me out as he kicked the back of my knee.

I staggered forward and fell face-first to the floor. Fortunately, I managed to brace my hands against the cold floor in time, saving a little of my dignity.

"Give it up, you damned abductor!" the security guard spat.

I ignored my throbbing knees and the fury raging within me. "Where's my son? Where's Will?" I shouted at the top of my lungs. "Where are you hiding my son?"

The teacher stood akimbo and looked down at me from the tip of his nose. He scoffed and asked, "Still going on about your so-called son, are you? We only have one student named William Lewis here."

I felt as if I had been struck by lightning.

How could that be?

"I'm the one who personally chose this learning center. I saw my wife leave the house with Will on registration day. It's not right for you to treat me like a fool just because I wasn't present on that day!"

"How stubborn."

The teacher shook his head and asked mockingly, "Still not willing to give up the act? You can tell whatever story you cooked up to the police."

He rolled his eyes at me before walking over to the students, saying, "Take a good look at his face, everyone! This is the face of an abductor!"

The students looked at me warily.

Unable to endure the teacher's mockery anymore, I shouted, "Amelia Garrett! That's my wife's name! She's the one who brought our son here on registration day. You can look through your records."

The teacher was momentarily stunned.

A spark of hope bloomed in my heart, assuming that the teacher had finally realized who I was talking about.

Perhaps there really was another boy who shared the same name as William in this learning center.

However, the teacher's next words extinguished my hope.

"You even found out the name of William's mother? Why did you mix up his face with another boy's, of all things?"

He pulled the boy, who was also named Will, to his side and glared icily at me. "Ms. Garrett brought this boy with her on registration day."

I stared at them in disbelief.

The teacher kneeled down and gently said, "Tell the abductor your mother's name, Will."

Will hid behind the teacher and stared at me with wide and timid eyes. "Amelia Garrett," he said.

Amelia was my wife, so why was Will calling her his mother?

"No! You're lying!"

I felt like I was spiraling out of control. Throwing all caution to the wind, I tried to lunge at Will. "Who are you?" I demanded. "Why are you calling Amelia your mother?"

Shocked, Will hugged the teacher tightly.

"Stop!" the teacher roared. "You're scaring him! Security! Take him away!"

"What's going on here?"

A masculine voice pierced through the air.

A few seconds later, I was slapped across the face.

My head snapped to the side from the powerful slap. My cheek smarted terribly.

The newcomer was dressed stylishly. He looked like he was in his mid-20s, and he was clad in branded clothes from head to toe. He spun a set of car keys on his finger as he pointed an accusing finger at me.

"How dare you scare Will? You lunatic!"

"Who are you?" I asked when I snapped back to my senses, glaring at him. "What makes you think you have the right to hit me? What's your relationship with Amelia? Tell me!"

"Our relationship?"

The man was momentarily stunned by my barrage of questions. A few seconds later, he raised his voice and declared, "Amelia is my woman, and I'm her man!"

Meanwhile, the teacher continued to fan the flames. "You're finally here, Mr. Foster. Not only did this abductor find out Will's full name, but he also found out Ms. Garrett's name. His malice must run deep."

The crowd surrounding us began to whisper among themselves again.

"Are all abductors this cunning? He's impersonating another person."

"Call the police right now! Tell them to take him away!"

"The students are shivering in their shoes. He's such a terrifying man."

"I'm not an abductor!" I shouted. "I'm here to pick up my son! Amelia is my wife!"

Mr. Foster looked at me as if I had just told him a hilarious joke. He grabbed his phone and dialed a number.

The other person on the line picked up within seconds.

"Amelia."

Mr. Foster's fierce demeanor vanished in an instant, replaced by a troubled expression. "I need you to come to Will's learning center right now. There's an abductor causing a commotion in his classroom. He keeps claiming that Will is his son.

"He even hurt me and scolded me, calling me a loser who has nothing but my looks! He's still trying to take Will away. Even the security guards are no match for him. He's terrifying! Hurry and come now, Amelia! Both Will and I are so scared…"

The troubled look on his face disappeared the moment he hung up. He shot a mocking look at me and sneered, "Just you wait, you lunatic. Amelia's on her way now. She won't let you off the hook that easily!"