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…”

never seen you fly one,” one of the

to

blurted out without thinking, “I can fly

kids were

two little ones joined in the

fold paper airplanes. Take out the paper first,

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

could not

not imagine that Mr. Everett would one

like this?” one of the maids asked

like this breaks my heart. I hope the heavens will open their eyes and allow Mr. Everett to recover! The Everett family will face great trouble if he does not recover soon. Miss Haynes is a delicate

the butler hears

sighed and grumbled for a moment before

inside the bedroom after Bruce left with the children.

even a moment during the past two hours.

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

knock was heard.

Joanna said.

Miranda entered with

you should replenish some nutrients. I’ve heated up some milk for you,” Miranda said, gently reminding her. “Take a break. It’s not good for the

Miranda! I will finish

said, setting it down carefully. “Drink it while it’s still warm.”

thank you,” Joanna

she could finish her sentence, the

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