Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

"Oh! So who's this new kid?" Wesley asked, scratching his head. But the next moment, his mood darkened. "Do you just go around picking up stray kids? You can even walk into a forest, and come out with another kid. How do we know this kid isn't yours, Gifford? Maybe one born out of wedlock? Maybe you've been hiding the kid all this time..."

Gifford couldn't believe his ears when he heard what his dad said. "Come on, Dad. Boswell found the kid, not me. And the kid's not mine! What a crazy idea! I'm happily married, with a kid of my own!" How could he have a love child? That was impossible.

Wesley's words amused everyone. Boswell had no idea what a love child was. But he felt the need to explain. "Grandpa, we got this kid from Mommy Bear," he explained.

"Mommy Bear?" After Boswell's explanation, Wesley was even more confused.

"Yeah!" Boswell nodded.

"Apparently this kid was lost, and raised by a bear. No clue what happened to the parents. We're the first humans the bear saw, so it gave the kid to us," Gifford said to his father.

"Oh! How weird!"

Matthew handed the kid to Wesley. "Dad, you and Boswell go home and get some sleep. I'll have my men scour the forest for Damian. Don't worry, we'll find him!"

"Dad, I know where my brother was headed. I can go with you!" Boswell said to Matthew, wrapping his arms around Wesley's neck.

Stroking his little head, Matthew said, "No, we're good. You stay here with your grandpa. We'll take care of this. We'll find your brother, trust me." The child must be still in the forest. Sheffield and Joshua were still searching there with their people. With so many people looking for him, the child was as good as found.

Wesley left with the two children. Matthew advised Gifford to take a break. Maybe nap in the car for a bit. He'd been looking for the kids nonstop, and a power nap would work wonders. Matthew relieved the other crew that had been searching for his son, and took a fresh group of well-rested men with him.

Before Matthew could take a few steps inside the forest, he received a message from Sheffield. "I found Damian! The boy's hurt! Have the paramedics stand by!" the message said.

A while ago

In the forest, when night fell, Damian leaned against a big tree, his stomach rumbling.

in daylight

ingenuity. He looked for dryer lint in his pocket, took some of the dry grass around him and added it to his fire pit, then he used his house key and a rock to create the sparks. He took some rocks from nearby and arranged them to surround the fire. But he had nothing to eat, so all he could do was stare at the fire and watch as it died down.

let the fire die, or I'll have

to look

were many branches close by, and he could ignite one of them so he could see

under the branch. Just as he was fumbling the branches, a little creature suddenly jumped up from underneath the branches and pounced on

his trousers and scratched his legs. The animal left several cuts in his

left and vanished in

hurting. After a while, he gritted his teeth, picked up the branches he gathered,

few minutes later, he heard a buzzing sound. He craned his neck, so he could listen more intently.

ten meters overhead. When he took a closer look, he knew it

began to land. It circled around the campfire and finally

and said gently, "Hi Grandpa,

my brothers, I miss you

by Sheffield and Joshua's team. When they saw clearly that there was a boy sitting beside the fire on the screen, they

minutes later, Sheffield's excited

called him that was that Sheffield couldn't see him clearly in the dark. He couldn't tell whether it was Damian or Boswell.

struggled to stand up, but the wounds on his legs were too painful. He sat back and

until they found his campsite in person.

he was pale underneath. "Are you

Damian nodded, pouting.

boy's body. His dark blue trousers

find the first aid kit, strip off Damian's pants and deal with his

a good look at the claw marks. They weren't shallow, but not real deep. He knew these wounds weren't made by weapons, or happenstance. "Did