Sharon sat down, picked up her fork, and stuffed some cake into her mouth. She mumbled incoherently, "Mommy, just now when I came back with Connor, we met a strange man."
"A strange man?" Braylee instantly became anxious. "Did he do anything to both of you, Connor?"
Although this was a high-end restaurant, there still might be some bad people here.
A few days ago, she had read news about how some human traffickers would especially go to high-end places and kidnap the children of the wealthy.
"No. But he kept blocking our path, staring at us and saying how we look so similar. Then, I stomped on his feet and quickly rushed back with Sharon." Connor shook his head and relayed what happened earlier.
Braylee heaved a sigh of relief before a strange expression appeared on her face.
So similar?
Only their biological father would look similar to the kids. Could it be that the strange man knows their father?