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 Grape desperate

stairs. “Children speak without reservations, so

was about to say something when Grape angrily interrupted, “That’s not true. I want Mr. Lachlan to

face darkened. “Stop throwing a

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

intervened, placing the

your own father, a role that no one else can replace, not even me. However, Uncle

was

old that year, possessing the charm of a mature

to one side,

indignantly, “Where is my father then? He doesn’t

for words. He glanced at Josie, who responded

daddy is busy?

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

Josie couldn’t help but chuckle.

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