Chapter 570 The Illegitimate Child

• Leanne did not take offense at my hostile tone; instead, she knocked on one of the bedroom doors and said gently, “Melvin, there is a guest here. Do come out for a while.”
• I looked at Leanne in confusion, wondering what she was up to. I just could not figure her out, today but, deep inside, I had a bad premonition.
• Instantly, my eyes were glued to the bedroom door and in a short while, a little boy of about five or six years of age emerged. My heart skipped a beat. His face showed a strong resemblance to Leanne's.