Nicholas watched as a young boy who looked around the age of thirteen rush to Blake. He had very similar features to Nicholas and he even had the same eye color as him.
" Who is this" Someone seemed to have asked the same question that was in the mind of Nicholas. The possibility he had in mind was really huge seeing as his face was enough evidence.
" Mom, Who is this" The boy was now standing in front of Nicholas with his arms crossed over each other.
" Max, Go to your room. I will call you later" Blake said to the boy.
" I am not going anywhere. Where did this man come from?" Max said still staring at the man who looked like him or better still, who he looked like. He was not just a little child now and his mom had never told him anything about his father. This man fit the exact distraction.
" Max, I will not say it again. Go to your room now" Blake said in a strict voice.
