Hearing that they had no information about the mother, Angelica became even more convinced that Tommy was her son."Devon, it must've been hard raising Tommy on your own all these years. You've had your fun, but enough is enough. Let's go home now."Tommy didn't understand what we were arguing about and just whispered in my ear, "Daddy, weren't we going to get fries?"As if she'd heard something outrageous, Angelica suddenly flared up."Devon, how could you feed Tommy such junk?" she snapped. "First, it was those cheap food truck hot dogs you used to love, and now you're letting him eat this filthy garbage? "What if something happens to him? Could you bear the responsibility? He's the only heir to my family!"I was planning to have our housekeeper, Sharon Palmer, prepare homemade fries for Tommy. How was that "filthy"?Ignoring Angelica, I headed for the car with Tommy in my arms.She, however, blocked the car door. "Don't put Tommy in this old thing. It's beneath him."To av
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