~{DAMION'S POV}~
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~Four Days Later…
Arriving at our given destination, I stepped out before assisting Beverley as I held her hand.
She smiled at me in gratitude as we headed inside the well guarded house.
We were directed to the spacious and neatly polished living room. And we met my real parents there. My mother, Dorathy, was holding my son in her arms while saying sweet words to him while Clinton was seated on one of the chairs with a newspaper in his hand.
"Ah, look who we have here," Dorathy announced in delight and came to us.
Beverley had a look of surprise as she looked at the baby in my mother's arms.
As I took him from her hold, I sighed in relief. Finally, he was in my arms.
"Isn't that Arleen's son?" Beverley asked in disbelief.
"Our son," I corrected and my mother pulled her to the side to say something.
