Everyone's brows raised at this. It seemed there was going to be a good show to watch.
The little boy reached out, extending his arms as though he wanted the man to hold him. Lilian's eyes widened and she hurried to pick up her son and buried his face in her chest. She then stared at Felicia with a fake assuring look.
"My son likes to call Michael by that. Don't take it to heart. He just resembles Mikey's dad." Felicia scrunched her brows but when she glanced at Michael who nodded according to Lilian's words, her expression calmed.
Everyone tutted at Felicia's belief in Michael. The men sighed. If their wives were like Felicia, they probably would have an effortless life.
There was an obvious relationship between Michael and the children with Lilian. What was even more blaring was that, there was a resemblance between the fifteen-year-old boy and Michael. Moreover, it was too distinct not to see.
