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

have never seen you fly one,” one of the

to fly

blurted out without thinking, “I can fly fighter jets too… and

two kids were

joined in

the paper

to fold one too!”

several servants could not help but feel

Everett would one day become a simpleton.

this?” one of

The Everett family will face great trouble if he does not recover soon.

not talk about this. If the butler hears us, we will be in trouble!” another

and grumbled for a moment

finally had time to attend to her work inside the

rested for even a moment during the past

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

knock was heard.

Joanna

door opened, and Miranda entered with a glass

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

replied, “I know, Miranda! I will finish up this, and that will

glass of milk beside you,” Miranda said, setting it

you,” Joanna

her sentence,

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