CHAPTER THIRTY THREE: why does he look like me?

ARIEL'S POV

After Vincent went in with the doctor, I turned to look at his father with an apologetic face, "Sir, I'm really sorry for my outburst earlier, thank you for saving my Jason." I muttered through choked sobs trying to keep myself in check, an assassin should never show any emotions but Jason is my life, my life was tampered with and I should remain a stonic face? That's difficult for me.

"It's alright lad." Mason sighed patting me on the shoulder in a bid to comfort me.

"Where is the child father though? I noticed he was alone when the accident happened." Mason added looking at me like he was trying to see through me, he's question had me confused though, wasn't Leo taking care of Jason? How did my boy end up on the streets alone then.

"His father is dead." I said in reply turning my face away, how can his father be dead when he is in the doctor's office giving his child blood at the moment.