The Last Mission: No Choice

Day Eighty-Nine…

At the Playroom

"Young Master, do you know who that woman is?" Butler Li asked Ethan inquisitively.

Ethan bobbed his head. "Yes. My mommy."

"Eh? Your mommy? Miss Monica is your mother. That woman is a stranger." Butler Li scratched his face. He thought Ethan was just confused for his age.

But Ethan just let out a soft giggle. "Wrong. She's my Mommy! My angel told me. And I saw it clearly in my dreams!"

Butler Li frowned. Ethan's words didn't make sense at all. Well, he couldn't blame the child either. Monica never tried to get close to young Ethan. So maybe, the boy didn't feel any maternal connection with her. She showed him no motherly love at all.

"Young Master. I think you have a wild imagination. But it's fine. It's part of being a child."

Ethan pursed his lips when he heard that. He folded his arms over his chest and replied, "Not an imagination. Mom is my Mom. That's it!"