CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN

FIVE YEARS BACK

CLINTON’S POV

“I want to tell him but I can’t, he will end up hating me for keeping it from him.”

“He will understand, he is a grown man now, I think he deserves to know.”

I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but hearing that made me stand by the door to have a clear understanding. What were my parents talking about?

“I don’t know, I just feel like it’s best we leave it that way,” my mother said while my father opposed.

“We’re deceiving him, but let’s do whatever you want,” he said.

I honestly wanted to know more because I’m their only son and could only be talking about me.

“He will forever remain our son, we need to do our part and tell him the truth,” I barged in as soon as my father confirmed that it was me and there was some they were hiding.

“What truth? What are you hiding from me?”

“Clinton, you’re here,” my mother tried to sound normal but my father looked at her with pleading eyes.

“It’s best he knows love, trust me,” he said and turned to me, “don’t be hush on her, s