“What’s happening? Why am I here? And where are you right now?” Ian questioned impatiently.

“I’m at your house, Ian. We look exactly the same, that’s why everyone blundered! If I’m correct, I think we’re twins,” Matteo said solemnly.

“Twins?” Ian repeated after him.

His two hands gripped the receiver as he tried to make sense of what he just heard.

“Yes, we’re twins. I went to your dad’s office today to look for him because he bullied Mommy. But after I got there, everyone started calling me ‘Ian’. Even your dad got it wrong. That’s why I think we’re twins.”

“Are you sure?” Ian asked again.

 

“Yeah! Of course! Think about it. I’m sure Mommy and Vivi thought you were Matteo too, right? That means we really look the same! And only twins look the same, isn’t it?” Matteo insisted.

Ian fell into silence.

 

What he said is right.

But Ian still had his doubts. He craned his neck and looked at Sasha cooking in the kitchen, and recalled having a blast with Vivian, eating all the food he had never tried before.

His face turned sour before he finally spoke again.

why did she abandon me? Daddy

blurted out

is he talking

talking about Mommy? Is he blaming Mommy

not dead! Mommy also told us Daddy’s dead. But is

again, Ian

cheeks and sulked as he thought about those two annoying adults who had

Matteo cleared his throat, getting ready to brief Ian about their plan of

whatever they say with a pinch of salt. What we need to do right now is find out why they went their ways. We also have to

idea, but how are we gonna do

Lemme think… What about we meet up first? I think it’s just a matter of time before Daddy and Mommy

giving him an answer. Mommy already knew about my existence, but I doubt Daddy knows about Matteo and Vivian, else he would have demanded that

way they

meet,” Ian

Time to eat! I made pork

the children

Ian. I think Mommy’s calling you. You’ve never really spent

smacked his lips and glared at the receiver before slamming it

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