"Go greet your father."
"No no no no, that's not father."
"It is your father damnit! Go on already."
"No, I don't want to! Mommy please don't make me." Liam cried clinging onto his mother. I did not understand what was transpiring infront of me. My first instinct was to protect Liam, if he did not want to greet his—
Father... I paused when I saw who was crunched down with arms wide open waiting for Liam to run over to him. It was not William... he had olive green eyes and dark brown hair. A wide smile on his lips. I could hear Liam crying while Lady Tracy tried to push him towards the man in-front. He looked familiar but I couldn't quite identify him. There were so many possibilities.
"Come on now my boy!" The man called gruffly for Liam who could not stop crying and fighting with his mother who was trying really hard to untangle Liam's arms from her waist. Not knowing where this voice came from, I suddenly spoke up.