Chapter 150: Could He Be Our Father?

"Brother," Eleanor's voice dropped to almost a whisper as she moved closer to Elvis who was perched on the edge of the chair, his attention fixed on the face that looked so much like his.

"Could he be our father?"

Elvis's eyes were filled with a mixture of astonishment and curiosity as he nodded.

"You're right, Eleanor, that's the same thing I was wondering about. The resemblance is too much."

His little forehead puckered in a frown. "But why has mom never told us about him? Is it because he is a bad guy and Mom is protecting us from him?"

As they watched the news in a state of shock, their minds raced with countless questions about the mysterious connection that might exist between the man in the news and their little family.

This left them with a deep sense of longing and a burning curiosity about the true identity of the man.