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Novel Catalog
Chapter 61
Victor smiled warmly as Henrick thanked him, his heart still racing from the strange sense of recognition he felt earlier. He couldn’t help but notice how much the child resembled him. There were features—small, subtle things—that felt like a mirror of his own childhood. Henrick’s confidence, his playful smile, and the way he carried himself all seemed so familiar.
As they started walking toward Times Square, Victor glanced down at Henrick, who was practically bouncing with energy. It was hard not to be captivated by the child’s bright spirit. His heart softened, and the whirlwind of thoughts that had plagued him all morning seemed to quiet for just a moment.
“You seem to be in a hurry,” Victor remarked casually, his eyes focused ahead as they walked. “What’s the rush? Are you meeting someone?”
Henrick looked up at him, his big eyes sparkling with curiosity. “My mother,” he replied confidently. “She’ll be worried if I’m not back soon. I promised I’d bring her breakfast.”
Victor nodded, impressed by the child’s sense of responsibility. “That’s very thoughtful of you,” he said with a smile. He couldn’t help but admire Henrick’s maturity. At only six years old, Henrick already carried himself with such composure. It was a stark contrast to his own childhood, which had been filled with uncertainty and conflict.
They continued walking, the distance between them and Times Square shortening with each step. Henrick kept up a steady conversation, asking Victor questions about the city and his life. Victor answered, his voice gentle but with an underlying tension he couldn’t quite shake. He found himself thinking about Henrick’s resemblance to his own childhood again.
Finally, they arrived at Times Square, the streets bustling with people and the air filled with the aroma of freshly baked pastries and coffee. The morning sun bathed the area in a golden light, and Henrick immediately spotted a food stall he liked. He pointed excitedly.
“That one! That’s where I want to buy breakfast for Mom!”
Victor chuckled. “You sure know your way around.”
Henrick grinned. “I’ve been here with my mom before. She likes the croissants from that place.”
They made their way to the stall, and as Henrick ordered, Victor couldn’t help but wonder again about the child’s background. There was something about him, something that tugged at Victor’s heart in a way he couldn’t explain.
When Henrick finished placing his order, he turned to Victor with a smile. “Thank you, Uncle Victor, for showing me the way. I’ll get back to Mom now. She’ll be so happy!”
Victor nodded, his heart heavy with thoughts he hadn’t expected. “It was my pleasure, Henrick. Take care of yourself and your mom.”
As Henrick dashed off toward the nearby street, Victor stood still for a moment, watching the child disappear into the crowd. His mind raced, and for the first time in a long while, he felt something other than cold professionalism.
Could Henrick really be his son? The idea seemed impossible, yet every instinct inside him screamed that the connection was real. He could feel it in his bones. The universe had a strange way of bringing people together, and Victor couldn’t shake the feeling that this child was about to become a bigger part of his life than he had ever anticipated.
Victor let out a deep breath, straightening his posture. He had to see this through. He had to find out the truth.
And he would. Soon.