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?”

realized that the absence of a father figure from a

descended the stairs. “Children speak without reservations, so don’t take it

interrupted, “That’s not true. I

face darkened. “Stop throwing

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

are you angry at a child?” Lachlan intervened, placing the pasta he had prepared in

father, a role that no one else can replace, not even me. However, Uncle can love and care for you just like

was

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

to one

is my

for words. He glanced at Josie, who responded

daddy is busy? Once you turn eighteen,

year. It’s going to be a long, long

seeing her like this, Josie couldn’t help

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