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.

fly planes…” Bruce

never seen you fly

Daddy knows how to

thinking, “I can fly fighter jets too… and

kids

understand fighter jets, the two little ones joined in

the paper first, then fold it in half,” Irvin

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

servants could not help but feel emotional.

Mr. Everett would one day become a simpleton.

like this?”

face great trouble if he does not recover soon. Miss Haynes is

let’s not talk about this. If the butler hears us, we will

maids sighed and grumbled for a moment before returning to

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

for even a moment during the past

Group had finally regained its stability, and she could not afford to slack off, lest

knock was heard.

Joanna

and Miranda entered

heated up some milk for you,” Miranda said, gently reminding

know, Miranda! I will finish up this, and that will be

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

thank you,”

could finish her sentence, the phone

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