"Father."
The young master's voice was soft, with a touch of determination in his tone. I was mind-boggled by how he addressed my husband. Myriads of questions flew in my head, but all I could do at the moment was to listen to the long silence in the room.
"I will run away," said the child, making me mentally raise my brows. Who in the world would announce they would run away from home?
"Oh?" Sam's reply was also not good. "Is that all?"
Silence descended into the room once again. What kind of conversation was I hearing? No, that wasn't important. My husband had a child?! Does that mean I slept for a long time? The young master sounded like he was around four or five. Did Sam remarry during my sleep?
