CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN

He glared at me, his eyes held so much hate that I couldn't even spot the warmth he had for me years ago.

“They asked you a question, don't keep them waiting,” he sneered. Caleb and Lulu worked in his favor as they curiously looked at me, waiting for an answer. I didn't know what to say, they had lived calling Jun their father. I didn't want to confuse them.

“Uncle Clinton,” little Chris, walked in and ran to Clinton's side. He hugged his legs.

“Buddy, you left without telling me, I got worried, so I came to check on you,” Clinton said.

“Aunt Layla and Uncle Jade brought me back. I'm sorry I did not say goodbye, but it is good you followed me because at least you get to see Aunt, your wife,” little Chris said, and Clinton cleared his throat.

“Why don't you show your siblings around? I want to talk to your aunt.”

“Who wants to see my piano?”

“Me!” Lulu said excitedly as she struggled to get down. Caleb, copying his sister, also got down and ran, following little Chris, who ran toward