Chapter 501

Logan’s POV

Her words hit me like a jolt, but I kept my face neutral. “Your son?” I repeated.

“Yes,” she said, stepping closer. “The little boy in your house…his name is Gerald. He’s my son.”

I frowned, confusion washing over me. “I think you’re mistaken,” I said slowly. “The little boy in this house is my son. His name is Damien.”

She shook her head vehemently. “No,” she said, her voice growing louder. “He’s my son. I’m his mother, and he knows it. If you let me see him, he’ll tell you himself.”

Her conviction unsettled me. I studied her closely, noting the desperation in her eyes and the way her hands fidgeted as she spoke. This wasn’t just some random outburst…this woman genuinely believed what she was saying.

I took a step closer, my voice calm but firm. 

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re trying to accomplish here, but Damien is my son. I’ve raised him, I’ve cared for him, and I know every detail of his