"Oliver, what has gotten into you? Why would you phone Derrick?!" Miranda scolded her little son, who looked scared and scurried away from her reach.
"Mom, I just wanted to speak to my dad," the little boy said. Miranda glared at her son and shook her head.
"I already told you to behave yourself, and now you want to ruin everything for me. I'm not going to take you to your dad again; Uncle Oliver will be your dad!" Miranda declared as she quickly blocked Derrick's phone number to avoid any incoming calls from him.
What if she hadn’t woken up? Was that how her son would have contacted Derrick on the phone? Miranda pondered as she saw Oliver's eyes welling up with tears.
She would do anything for her son—except take him to Derrick. Earlier, she had considered going to see Lady Loretta, b
