Even though he had already instructed his men to stop her, Jonathan Quintero still wanted to see her face-to-face and ask about the child himself.
But when he finally laid eyes on the little boy, the shock that hit him made his heart skip a beat.
He hadn't expected this. He hadn't expected that this child... the one standing before him now, was the same boy he had met before.
Back then, he had felt an odd, inexplicable fondness for the kid, even going so far as to lend him a hand.
Little did he know... this child was hers.
Jonathan bent down, his tall figure casting a shadow over the small boy. His dark, deep eyes locked onto Liam's face, searching.
The more he looked, the more he noticed it, the faint resemblance in their eyes.
"What's your name?" he asked, his voice low and hoarse.
"Liam. But that's just my nickname. My full name is William," the little boy replied brightly, smiling up at him.
That smile... innocent, pure, radiant.
