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.

was very sleepy, but too jumpy to sleep. The forest looked very different at night. Branches that looked innocuous in daylight transformed to twisted, tentacle-like limbs in the darkness. The sound of night creatures was far from comforting, as

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

the fire die, or

began to look for some dry kindling to

by, and he could ignite one of them so

he didn't know what was hidden under the branch. Just as he was fumbling the branches, a little creature suddenly jumped up from underneath the branches and pounced

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

that hurt him left

wounds to stop hurting. After a while, he gritted his teeth, picked up the branches he gathered, and made his way back

heard a buzzing sound. He craned his neck, so he could listen

of his eyes, and some mechanical contrivance was flying more than ten meters overhead. When he took a closer look,

land. It circled around the campfire and finally focused

smile at the drone and said gently, "Hi Grandpa, Grandma,

I

clearly that there was a boy sitting beside the fire on the screen, they rushed over as fast

later, Sheffield's

was that Sheffield couldn't see him clearly in the dark. He

the wounds on his legs were too painful. He sat back and called in a

didn't know who it was until they found his campsite in

was dirty, but he was pale underneath. "Are you hurt, Damian?" Joshua

Damian nodded, pouting.

flashlight at the boy's body. His dark blue trousers were covered with dark

aid kit, strip off

look at the claw marks. They weren't shallow, but not real deep. He knew these wounds weren't