The Secret Trillionaire

chapter 63

Tom's POV

Now faced with the daunting question of where to go, my mind swirled with uncertainty.

I had no place to call my own, only that old shabby grandma's hut, even a pig can't survive there.

This predicament should have been mine alone to endure, but now it involved both me and my son, Liam.

Determined to find a temporary refuge, we continued walking towards the bus terminal, our only hope of escaping the encroaching darkness that would soon cloak the city.

"Dad," Liam called out, his young voice filled with a mixture of fear and hope.

"Everything will be okay," I reassured him, trying to offer comfort in the midst of our dire circumstances.

Although he was only four years old, Liam possessed a keen understanding of the gravity of our situation.

Yet, deep down, I knew that "okay" was a distant concept—a luxury we could no longer afford.

Liam groaned in pain, clutching his stomach tightly.

"Dad... my stomach hurts," he whimpered, his distress growing more evident with ea