~{ARLEEN'S POV}~
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"We finally have a grandchild. Isn't that amazing, Clinton?" The woman happily said to her husband as she looked at Paul who was in my arms.
At the mention of the man's name, I blinked in surprise because that was Damion's surname when I worked with him as his secretary.
I hadn't thought much about it even after knowing his adoptive father's name was Lincoln Andrew but he bore the name Damion Clinton Andrew.
This meant I had been so blinded by the love I had for him that I didn't bother to take note of things.
All this while, Damion tricked everyone into believing his parents were dead when he was busy using his father's name in pride.
"We could easily take him with us and raise him ourselves, Dorathy," Clinton proposed.
"You will do no such thing! Do you think you have that right because you're his grandparents? I'M HIS FATHER!" Clifford spoke up for me in annoyance.
