Kindergarten.
"Stephen, your mom and dad haven’t co to pick you up yet?" The kids had mostly left.
"Stephen Sinclair’s dad doesn’t want him anymore." A few kids gathered and said that Stephen’s dad didn’t want him.
"You’re lying!" Stephen, dressed in little overalls, angrily looked at them. "Don’t talk nonsense, my dad really likes ."
Actually, Stephen was lying.
His dad didn’t like him at all.
"You’re the liar. My mom said that Stephen Sinclair is a kid no adults like, your dad doesn’t like your mom, and doesn’t like you either." The leading kid stuck out his tongue at Stephen.
"You’re talking nonsense!" Stephen’s eyes welled up with tears, and he rushed forward to fight with the kids.
But that kid was taller than Stephen, and Stephen, being a little softie, couldn’t win the fight.
"Stephen Sinclair, your dad doesn’t want you! No one’s here to pick you up." That kid bullied Stephen for not being picked up.
"My mom just... just got delayed..." Stephen was pushed down and sat on the ground, crying out loud.
The leading kid picked up a rock from the ground, ready to throw it at Stephen.
Stephen was terrified and curled up, only to see Sumrs, who was quietly crafting clay figures in the corner, throw a piece of clay straight onto that kid’s forehead.
The kid got clay sared on his face and cried.
Stephen, with tears and snot, looked at the bullied kid’s funny appearance and was amused.
Sumrs was aweso.
Sumrs, with a stern little face, looked at the kids bullying Stephen. "You guys are so noisy."
"Sumrs, I’m going to tattle on you, you fatherless brat." The leading kid ran away crying.
"Sumrs isn’t a brat; he’s my uncle’s child." Stephen got up, snorted, put his hands on his hips, looking defiant.
The kids all ran away, leaving only Stephen and Sumrs in the classroom.
"Sumrs! Sumrs!"
Stephen ran over to Sumrs happily, shouting.
"You’re so loud." Sumrs’ little face showed displeasure, frowning and putting down the clay in his hands.
Stephen timidly stood in front of Sumrs. "When you’re unhappy, you look just like my uncle."
"Of course, he’s my dad." Sumrs said proudly with his little face.
Stephen sat beside him. "How do you make clay figures? Teach , won’t you?"
Sumrs didn’t want to pay attention to Stephen. "You’re noisy."
Ever since Ethan Grant scolded him that day, Stephen didn’t dare bully Sumrs anymore. He couldn’t beat Sumrs anyway.
Today Sumrs helped him, and he disliked Sumrs even less.
Friendships between children are just that simple.
"Sumrs, your dad is here to pick you up!" The teacher called out from the door.
Sumrs was stunned, dad?
Is it Ethan’s dad?
Picking up the clay figures in his hand, Sumrs ran out excitedly.
He had molded his dad, mom, and himself.
"Run slower."
At the school gate, Ethan Grant reached out to Sumrs.
Sumrs happily jumped into Ethan’s arms. "Dad..."
Ethan picked up Sumrs, feeling a bit guilty. "Sorry, I’m late. There was a traffic jam."
By this ti, only Sumrs and Stephen’s parents hadn’t co to pick them up from kindergarten.
Sumrs joyfully lay on Ethan’s shoulder, not blaming his dad at all. "Dad, are we going ho?"
"Yes." Ethan spoke softly, with a slightly evasive look in his eyes.
He... wanted to secretly take so of Sumrs’ hair for a DNA test.
Sumrs nodded happily. "Great!"
Looking back at Stephen hiding behind the door, Sumrs was silent for a long ti. "Dad... Stephen’s parents haven’t co to get him."
Ethan stopped, turned, and saw a small head timidly hiding behind the door.
His face darkened a bit as he checked the ti.
At this point, even if Chelsea couldn’t co to pick up the child, were Chase and the family butler just for show?
He called Chelsea, but there was no answer.
Ethan felt displeased and called the Grant family’s butler.
"Young Master, Miss Chelsea has had too much to drink... yes, indeed."
"And the child is to be ignored?" Ethan’s voice was low.
"Ah? Young Master Stephen? Miss Chelsea called Mr. Sinclair, didn’t he go to pick up the child?"
Ethan angrily hung up the phone.
Is Chase Sinclair dead?
Not even picking up the child?
Sumrs looked at Ethan in a daze, listening to the voice on the phone, and instinctively glanced back at Stephen.
So... his dad really didn’t want him.
"Dad, can I... take him ho?" Sumrs asked softly.
"Didn’t you say you didn’t like him?" Ethan ruffled Sumrs’ hair, pulling out a few strands.
Sumrs winced but didn’t dare make a sound because it was his dad.
It’s been so strange lately, everyone wants to pull his hair.
"I don’t dislike him, he’s just bad." Sumrs lay on Ethan’s chest, speaking again. "But if he changes, I can forgive him."
Ethan looked at Stephen. "Stephen Sinclair, co, let’s go ho."
Stephen’s eyes lit up, he peered out and swiftly ran out.
"Uncle, are you going to take to your house?" Stephen asked timidly.
"I don’t really want to." Ethan didn’t hide his dislike for Stephen.
"Oh..." Stephen lowered his head in disappointnt.
"But Sumrs invited you." Ethan spoke again.
Stephen’s eyes lit up again, staring eagerly at Sumrs.
Sumrs handed the clay figures to Stephen. "I’ll teach you how to make clay figures."
"Okay, okay."
The two little ones happily climbed into the car.
Ethan inford the teacher at school that he was taking the two little ones away.
Back ho, Zane Quinn, his childhood friend, was already waiting for him.
"Sumrs, go play in the yard with Stephen."
Sumrs held Stephen’s hand, and the two kids happily ran off.
"This is Sumrs’ hair." Ethan handed the hair sample to his friend. "Make sure it’s confidential, be ticulous."
Zane gave an okay gesture. "I got it."
"And this is mine." Ethan handed over his hair sample as well, repeatedly urging, "It must be confidential."
"Ethan, since when have you beco so long-winded? I’ll personally do it for you, I’m going to the lab now. I’ll give you the result in three hours, alright?" Zane looked exasperated.
"Is your lab rigorous?" Ethan asked warily.
"Do you have paranoid delusions?" Zane was shocked. "Seriously, how much do you cherish this child?"
"Anyway, it must be kept secret." Ethan said absent-mindedly.
"Ethan, this isn’t like you, what are you afraid of?" Zane laughed. He had grown up with Ethan and never seen him like this. "Are you serious? Which woman is so amazing that she secretly had such a big son?"
"Your sister-in-law." Ethan smacked Zane on the forehead. "Hurry up and get the result first."
"Wow, unbelievable..." Zane was stunned, stumbling over his words.
Sister-in-law?
To hear Ethan acknowledge a woman in his lifeti, that’s truly rare.
What kind of woman is this amazing?
"It’s late already, you can spare a bit of ti, let have a al. Isn’t sister-in-law coming back soon?" Zane turned wanting to linger at ho, he’d never been this curious before.
"Get lost, I’m in a hurry." Ethan warned Zane to quickly get him the result.
"Got it! Wait for my ssage."
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