Chapter 38: Daddy?

Neither the soft music playing in the background nor the strippers dancing in the club made sense to Alexander as he sat there on the couch, taking gulp after gulp of the alcohol from the glass in front of him.

The scene of the interview Anita had with the reporters kept replaying in his head. Why would she tell the reporters that the father of her child was dead? Was she wishing him dead?

It was not as if it was his intention to abandon them; it was all Anita's fault for running away instead of approaching him.

Imagine that he had no idea that he had a child until recently, and that was all Anita's fault. He wondered how his son was doing and what he thought of him. Perhaps she had told him the same lies too.

Alex sighed and leaned back on the couch he was sitting on, his face contorted.

He brought out his phone and started looking at the picture of the little kid.

The kid looked familiar, but he had no idea where he had seen him.

Lawrence, on the other hand, was grinning from ear to