“COME ON, Kai. Let’s go home—”

“No! I want to see my daddy!” Kai uttered as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Thirty minutes had passed since Kai keeps on nagging about his daddy. Hera and Mary tried to convince him that the man was not his dad. However, the kid doesn’t listen.

“Look, son,” Hera kneeled and cupped his son’s face. “Daddy Dylan is not—”

“It’s not Dylan. It was my daddy,” the kid still insists.

Hera sighed and confusion lingers in her eyes. The man earlier somehow resembled Achilles’s physique but the fact that Achilles was dead, what Kai’s pointing out is meaningless—it doesn’t make...