"Who is this? Do you know him?"
"Why do you have a picture of my dad?"
It took me a few seconds to process this information—my father really did have another family, and his son was already five years old.
"Do you know what your dad is doing?"
"He's on a business trip. When he comes back, he's going to bring me the newest toys."
Leon's face lit up with pride as he talked about his father. He no longer felt like crying.
But I wasn't about to let him stay happy for long.
"No, he's not. Your dad was taken away by the police. He's been telling you a huge lie."
"You're the liar! My dad would never lie!"
"Believe whatever you want, but your dad hasn't come back in a long time, right? They're all lying to you."
As soon as I said that, Leon started bawling. I quickly ran back to my room, put on the maid's uniform, and then rushed back out, pretending to be concerned.
Erica and Monica were already gathered around him.
They treated the child's words as nothing more than a joke, and after some coaxing, the incident was brushed off.
But the look in Leon's eyes when he glanced at me held a level of resentment far beyond his years.