CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY FIVE

AIDEN'S POV

Since Patricia told me that I have a son with her, this was the first time I've met with the little boy in person. He is a little cute champ but there was no single resemblance of myself to the boy.

He is adorable no doubt. He has the color of my hair but that was it. Aside from that, I don't feel any connection that could have indicated that this child was mine which should have been the case. After all, there is a saying, blood is thicker than water. So, if this child is mine, why do I feel like I'm looking at a stranger instead of my child?

Even if I haven't met him before, at least, for the first time we are meeting, I'm supposed to be drawn to him. There is a connection I searched for while staring at him but I found none. Which further convinced me that Patricia was lying about this like always.

I watched as the lab technician whom Patricia claimed was a specialist took the hair sample of the boy. I made sure my doctor came with a hairbrush that would at least get