When Josie woke up, it was already the afternoon. Grape wasn’t in the room, and faint sounds of laughter and playful commotion could be heard from downstairs.

It had been a while since the house had been this lively.

After Josie freshened up, she stepped out to see Lachlan wearing an apron, cooking in the kitchen as if it were his routine. Meanwhile, Grape was seated in her high chair, eating her meal and asking all sorts of peculiar questions.

“Mr. Lachlan, why don’t you ever come to visit me? Is it really more fun back home? More fun than Sumanthova?”

Grape pouted with a puzzled look on her face.

Lachlan responded in a childlike tone, “I was just busy with work, so don’t be upset, Grape. It’s only fun when you are around. Without you, it’s quite boring.”

“Really? What about mom? Do you like mom?”

Lachlan laughed. “Of course I like her.”

“Then why don’t you become my father, so I can see you every day?”

Josie realized that the absence of a father figure from a young age made

stairs. “Children speak without

angrily interrupted, “That’s not true. I want

face darkened. “Stop

and coupled with the responsibility of caring for a child, she often didn’t have much patience. She generally gave Grape a lot of

placing the pasta he had prepared in

in front of Grape and patiently explained, “Grape, you have your own father, a role that no one else

was

a mature man. He was kind, patient, and in fact, quite suited to be

to one

“Where is my father then? He doesn’t love

a moment, Lachlan was at a loss for words. He glanced

that your daddy is busy? Once you turn eighteen, he

and a half this year. It’s going to be a long, long time

couldn’t help but

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