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

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

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

darkened. “Stop throwing a

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

Lachlan intervened, placing the pasta

you have your own father, a role that no one else can replace,

was

of a mature

leaned to one side,

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

loss for words. He glanced at Josie, who responded by

daddy is busy? Once

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

like this, Josie couldn’t

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