MELISSA QUIZON His face is serious. "Tell me, the boy in the picture, is he my son?"I pulled hard on my arm he’s holding, then faced him. He looked at me seriously, remorse was in his eyes."Wait? Your son? I didn’t know you have one. Why are you asking me this, Mister Agoncillo?" I frowned. I lowered the picture frame I was holding to the table closest to me and then faced him again. "Didn't your stomach turn up when you said that?"I was sure he’ll feel insulted by what I said. I don't care. Why? After all these years, he has the nerve to call Reid his son? He must be out of his mind."Melissa..." He tried to reach me, but I raised my hand to stop him."Don’t take a step closer, Mister Agoncillo. Stay where you are." I have a hard time mentioning his name. "When you come, I'll hit you with all I can." I looked around and pointed to the tools. "I have a lot of choices here."He stopped and sighed. His jaw tightened. "Melissa, all I want to
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