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.

planes…” Bruce chuckled in

seen you fly one,” one

to

thinking, “I can fly

two kids

they did not understand fighter jets, the two little ones joined in the laughter as they exclaimed, “Daddy

the paper first, then fold it

fold one too!” Bruce

could not help

Mr. Everett would one day become a simpleton.

always be like this?”

Everett to recover! The Everett family will face great trouble if he does not recover soon. Miss Haynes is a delicate woman, and now she is

about this. If the butler hears us,

and grumbled for a moment before returning to their duties.

finally had time to attend to her work inside the bedroom after Bruce left

even a moment

had finally regained its stability, and she could not afford to slack off, lest it trigger a

knock was

Joanna said.

and Miranda entered with a glass of milk.

for you,” Miranda said, gently reminding her. “Take a break. It’s not

lift her head and simply replied, “I know, Miranda! I will finish up this, and

the glass of milk beside you,” Miranda said, setting it down carefully. “Drink

thank you,” Joanna

her sentence, the phone

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