"If I tell you, you have to help me with something," Nikon said, his voice steady but firm.
Liam raised his eyebrows, stunned by the boy’s serious tone. "Sure, what can I do?" he asked, genuinely curious.
"You have to tell me everything when my mother meets him," Nikon replied. "What they talk about, every detail. I need to know."
"Why? Why do you want to know that?" Liam questioned, tilting his head in confusion.
Nikon’s small hands clenched into fists, and his face hardened with anger. "I hate that man," he said through gritted teeth. "I don’t want him near my mother. If he has any ulterior motives, I’ll protect her in my own way."
Liam’s eyes widened in disbelief. "You’re only eight years old!" he exclaimed. "You’re still a child—how can you think like this?"
"Don’t underestimate me just because I’m a kid," Nikon shot back, his voice calm but brimming with determination. "I know exactly what I’m doing."