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?”

discussed, the more absurd it sounded. Josie realized that the absence of a father figure from

the stairs. “Children speak without reservations,

angrily interrupted, “That’s not true.

face darkened. “Stop throwing a

she often didn’t have much patience. She generally gave Grape a lot of freedom, and fortunately, the latter was reasonably

Lachlan intervened, placing the pasta he had

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

tone was particularly

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

one side,

pouted lips, saying indignantly, “Where is my father then? He doesn’t love me

words. He glanced at Josie, who

your daddy is busy? Once you

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

this, Josie couldn’t help but chuckle. “Time

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