"Then, is this boy… my son?" Felix stammered.
The boy smiled mischievously showing his teeth that were lined up neatly. "Papa!" Oliver shouted, bouncing in his arms.
Felix was still at a loss for words. Papa. The boy called him Papa. His body suddenly got goosebumps when he heard him being called Papa.
"You call me…" Felix's body felt cold and shivering. He couldn't tell if this was a dream or real.
Justin immediately ran to them and took Oliver from Felix's arms and lowered him. "Don't jump like that, you could make His Majesty fall."
Oliver pouted after being scolded. He folded his arms across his chest and stuck his tongue out at Justin.
"Grandpa still sucks!"
"What are you doing here? Why are you alone?" Justin completely forgot about Felix who was still staring at them.
"Uncle Arthur is missing! I will save him!" Oliver clenched his fists with fiery eyes.
