Olivia's POV“Sweetie, what kept you so long in the washroom?” I asked, a bit worried that he had spent so much time inside. I had wanted to walk in when I had the sudden restraint to, and besides, I had to make sure Becky brought out all the luggage from the lot.“Mum, I’m sorry I took so long in there. I met a man who looked just like me,” he snapped, and I flinched. I hadn’t raised him to talk to strangers.“Why would you engage in a conversation with him? Haven’t I told you not to speak to strangers?” I asked, and he frowned.“Mum, I’m sorry,” he muttered.I crouched to his level, cupping his face in my hands. “Mum isn’t angry with you, alright? But Mum wants you to be safe at all times. Remember, you won’t talk to strangers again, alright?” I said, and he nodded.“Now smile for Mummy,” I teased, a playful glint in my eye, and he giggled.“But Mum, you said my real dad was in New York. What if he was my dad?” he asserted, and I shuddered.“Uncle James will be your dad soon, alrigh
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