Chapter 92

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Mr Adejobi exhaled a deep and long breath. His features pensive, yet filled with concern.

After what seemed like an eternity, he decided. "The best I can do is support you, son. You're clearly determined."

Archer nodded slightly, his resolve hardening with each passing moment.

"Thank you, Mr Adejobi. Stay safe until tomorrow."

As they prepared to part ways, Mr Adejobi reached into his pocket, withdrawing a copy of an old picture.

"This might not mean much, but I hold it dear."

Reaching for Archer's hand, he placed it in his hand. "That is a picture of me and your father and you..."

As Archer feasted his eyes on the picture, a fuzzy feeling of warmth coursed through him.

"I look so young," he muttered to himself.

Mr Adejobi nodded in agreement. "You were such a happy child, just like James.

"You never told me why my middle name is James," Archer chimed, suddenly shaking of his daze.

"You are James, son." Mr Adejobi replied.

Archer raised his brows with a questioning look. "But my
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