(Devan's POV).
I still can't believe what I'm seeing. For years I've been Freya everywhere but never found her. And now, I've met someone who looks so much like her. So much so that I can't believe that she's a different person.
Even when I hug her, I can feel that she is Freya. But... Vivian Harrow? Is she really Freya or is she pretending to be someone else?
I should find out more about them. But why don't I ever see her?
Damn it!
I cursed loudly as I got into the car and hit the steering wheel in annoyance.
"Oh, uncle, are you alright?" I gasped in surprise as I heard a child's voice in the back seat. I turned my head and was surprised to see a boy sitting there looking at me.
And to my further surprise, he looked a lot like me as a child. His hair, his eyes, and the way he talked.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I'm Adam," he answered with confidence. His round lips looked even more adorable as he spoke.
"Adam?" I raised one eyebrow. "Did you get in the wrong car?" I asked.
"Um," he mumbled, then nodded with his innocent face. "Uncle, I'm sorry, but your car looks like my mom's car."
"Mom?"
He looked down languidly. He looked sad. "Aunt Adrienne said she would be back soon. But she didn't come and I decided to wait for Mommy in the car."
"You got separated from your mom?"
He looked at me with a pair of black, glassy eyes. And nodded weakly.
"What's your mom's name? I'll help you to get you back to your mom," I said.
"Vivian. Vivian Harrow."
"V-Vivian? You said your mother's name was Vivian?" I widened my eyes in surprise.
Is he Vivian's son? I quickly got out of the car. I opened the rear car door and squatted down as she sat facing me.
"Tell me, is your mother's name Vivian?" I could feel my voice trembling as I spoke. My hands gently held both of hers.
He nodded. "Do you know my mom?"
Oh, my God...
I couldn't believe what I was seeing right now.
"T-Then... your father? Where is your father?"
"Father? I don't have a father."
I gasped in shock. "You don't have a father?" I asked, and he shook his head again.
"Mom said he's been gone since I was a baby," he replied innocently. He didn't look sad at all.
I took a deep breath. I was too shocked and confused by what was happening. But, Vivian had a child?
"How old are you?"
"Four years old."
My eyes widened. My heart was beating so strong, it was as strong as the grip of my hand on him. I suddenly felt scared and uneasy.
Is he my son? Was she pregnant when Freya left?
No, no. This can't be happening. If Freya had been pregnant, I would have found out at the hospital.
Damn it.
Are they really different people and is this just a coincidence? But this little boy looks so much like me.
"Uncle, are you okay? Are you sick? You're pale." I was surprised when I felt his warm little hand touch my forehead.
"I'm fine," I said, grasping his hand again. "Come on, get off and I'll take you to see your mom."
I helped him out of the car. Just as I was about to enter the building, I saw Vivian running towards us with a panicked look on her face.
"Mom!" He shouted happily when he saw her mother. He hurriedly released his hold on me.
"Adam!" Vivian ran quickly to him, hugging him tightly. "Oh, God... where were you? You scared me, Adam."
"Is Mommy crying? Sorry, I didn't mean to scare Mommy," he said with both hands rubbing Vivian's cheeks.
"No, I'm not crying." She smiled. "You're okay, right?" She checked his body as if to make sure that her son was okay.
I kept my eyes on Vivian. Confirming something that had been bothering my mind and heart.
"I found him sitting in my car. It looks like he got into the wrong car." I opened up after a long silence.
I saw Vivian giving me a sharp look. She immediately stood up and pulled Adam into her arms. Putting some distance between us as she was afraid of me doing something bad to her son.
"This uncle helped me find you, Mom," Adam said.
I threw him a smile. Smart boy. His answer was enough to make Vivian believe that I hadn't done anything bad to him.
"Thank you," she said.
"No problem," I said, looking at her intently. "He's your son?"
"Yes."
"Adam. Nice name." I smiled. But not for Vivian who kept looking at me with a cautious gaze.
"Nice, right? Adam from Son of the Red Earth. That's what Mommy said."
"Shhh... Adam, don't say anymore," Vivian said.
I glanced at her with a smile. "He looks a lot like me when I was a child," I said. And I saw the change in Vivian's face as she became more and more frightened.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Nothing. What do I want?"
"You've been acting strange since the auction. And I feel uncomfortable with the way you've been treating me," she protested.
I tried to stay calm even though I wanted to hug her. To hold her tight and tell her that she was my woman. But I need to make sure of one important thing.
Freya and Vivian.
Are they really different people?
Before I confirm it, I need to maintain my demeanor so that she doesn't hate me.
"I'm just saying, he looks like me when I was a child."
"He's my son," she emphasized.
"And it's possible that he's also my son."
"Are you crazy?!" she glared at me.
I stepped closer, erasing the distance between us.
"Tell me, you're Freya, aren't you?" I stare at her intently, but she immediately backs away and puts more distance between us.
"Who's Freya? I don't know her. And please, don't behave like this because it bothers me," she says, panicking, "we only met a few hours ago, sir. I don't know you. So be polite in front of people you don't know."
"I know it's you... you lied to me. He's my son, isn't he? "I grabbed both her shoulders. I knew I was losing control, but this was frustrating me.
"Sir, please!" she yelled, knocking my hands off her shoulders. "I'm Vivian Harrow! And I don't know you or Freya. And he's my son with my husband."
"Husband?" I laughed mockingly. "Then tell me who your husband is, where is he?"
"He passed away a long time ago."