Bruce, now mentally regressed to the age of three or four, displayed a childlike innocence.

He quickly joined his kids in enthusiastic play.

“Daddy, hand me that one and the triangular building blocks,” Davian said.

Davian constructed an Ecostanian-style castle with building blocks, while Irvin built a mansion in the style of ancient architecture.

Bruce seemed to catch on and meticulously began building a structure reminiscent of a palace.

“Let’s see who finishes first and whose creation looks the best. We’ll take pictures and let Mommy be the judge… one of the children proposed.

“I’m definitely going to make mine look better than yours,” the other replied confidently.

“Hmph, we’ll see about that!” the children exclaimed as they challenged one another.

The two little ones were engrossed in building with the blocks.

When they turned around, they were astonished to find that their father had nearly completed his creation.

The design was grand and sophisticated, completely surpassing the children’s expectations.

“Wow, Daddy, you’re amazing!” they exclaimed excitedly.

“What style is this? It looks like a school but also resembles an ancient castle,” Irvin said, his face full of disbelief.

Davian carefully examined it again and said, “Yes! Daddy, why did you build something so strange? We have never seen anything like this in our picture books!”

Images of an odd-looking house had flashed through Bruce’s mind, and he instinctively built it according to its style. “Daddy, can you fold paper airplanes?” one of the children asked.

I can fly planes…” Bruce chuckled

have never seen you fly one,”

to fly helicopters!” the other

without thinking, “I can fly fighter jets

kids were

did not understand fighter jets, the two little ones joined in the laughter

to fold paper airplanes. Take out the paper first, then

to fold one too!” Bruce said, his mouth involuntarily

servants could not help

Mr. Everett

Everett always be like this?” one of the

family will face great trouble if he does not recover

the butler hears us, we will be in

sighed and grumbled for a moment before returning to

to her work inside the bedroom after Bruce left with the children.

even a moment during the past two

regained its stability, and she could not afford to slack off, lest it

was

Joanna said.

door opened, and Miranda entered with

up some milk for you,” Miranda said, gently reminding her. “Take a break. It’s not good for the baby if

Miranda! I will finish

you,” Miranda said, setting it down carefully. “Drink

thank you,” Joanna replied.

she could finish her sentence, the

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