Who Was That Man

Vanessa kicked the phone away, but still could not break the phone. The strange man's voice once again sounded. "Well, as long as the child is my flesh and blood, it won't matter who he looks like." "Shut the f*ck up!" Vanessa yelled. The man said, "I know that it must have been hard on you having to raise our child by yourself all these years and I understand that you have a lot of grievances in your heart. Now that I've found you guys, I won't let you two suffer anymore. Well, Vanessa, it's getting late now. How about we meet up tomorrow so that we can talk about our child. I will definitely take responsibility for the child, and if you're willing to, I will also take care of you." Their child? Lawrie? No, Lawrie was her child, a child who she had raised by herself. He had nothing to do with anyone else. She was not going to let anyone take Lawrie away from her. Thinking of Lawrie, Vanessa tried to suppress the panic in her heart. She told herself that she had to remain calm, so that