Humberto looked puzzled. “Cierra, why didn’t you fall down?”
The little princess spoke aggrievedly, “I… I haven’t run yet.”
“Oh, right,” Humberto said.
The two adults saw the three little ones getting along well in the yard and found it very interesting.
They knew their son Franco best-talkative and overly lively, even the neighborhood kids found him too annoying to play with.
Now that he found a playmate, no wonder he was so happy.
Looking at William, Humberto suddenly had the urge to switch sons.
Before they decided to have children, their ideal son had always been a boy like that little boy.
Gentle and smart…
But having a daughter was not bad either. Just look at this little girl who was not even as tall as his calf. Franco rarely showed affection and patted her head gently.
“Alright, Humberto, can’t you see that your sister is sweating from exhaustion? Let her rest for a while.”
“What’s your name, little girl?” Cierra looked at the man in front of her who looked somewhat like Humberto and sweetly replied, “Hello, mister! I’m Cierra. I’m two and a half years old this year.”
“Oh, you’re so cute. I’m your Grandpa Bray’s son. Calling me uncle is right.” It turned out that the calm little boy was named William.
Franco asked the parents of the two children for their family information in order to help them return home.
As soon as he heard they didn’t have to pick up bottles anymore, William immediately reported his home address. “Hello, uncle. I’m William Foster. My father is Keegan Foster, my mother is Samantha Marsh, and we live in South Bay Community. Can you really take us home?”
As an eight-year-old, William naturally had memories and clear expressive abilities.
“Your father is Keegan Foster? Is he the CEO of the Foster Group? That’s the only name I recognize.” William nodded.
Franco was very surprised because the Foster family was also a prestigious family in Akloit.
“What about you, little girl?”
Cierra, who was only two years old, didn’t remember her home address, only her parents’ names.
“My daddy is Kelvin Foley, and my mommy is Cheyenne Lawrence… But my mommy is very beautiful, she’s a doctor.”
“What… what did you say!”
Franco suddenly became too excited, and he fell off the chair unexpectedly.
Kelvin!
Cheyenne!
There were probably few people in the country who didn’t know these two names.
The little girl in front of him looked pretty, but could her words be trusted?
Those legendary big shots were her biological parents, it was… really hard to believe.
Old Bray kicked his son’s butt when he saw his son embarrass himself like that.
There was suddenly a footmark on his nice suit pants, and he looked extremely embarrassed.
“Don’t embarrass me, will you? I used to be someone famous too.”
“But now you’re picking up trash…”
Old Bray instantly became furious, “Whether I pick up trash or not is none of your business. When I was young, I was friends with the old man from the Foley family on the battlefield!”
“Dad, don’t boast. You’re picking up trash…”
“Shut up!”
He was called a trash-picker, as if he was so embarrassing to his son.
Old Bray coldly hummed, “You guys wait here, I’ll go inside to get something.” No one knew what he was going to get, and in a moment, the old man came out.
He held a photo in his hand.
The photo was taken over forty years ago, and because the photography technology was backward at the time, the photo was not coated and had turned yellow over time.
But the figures in the photo could still be vaguely seen.
In the picture, three people stood together. The one in the middle was very young, with a straight military uniform and an imposing presence in his eyebrows and eyes.
Although the photo was a bit blurry and the people inside were very young, Cierra still recognized him.
Pointing with her small, tender finger, she said, “Great-grandpa! This is my great-grandpa! He looks so much like my daddy.”
The child should be saying that her dad looks like her great-grandpa!
The person standing on the far left was wearing a white coat with a small red flower on his chest, and he had a brilliant smile that looked quite comical.
The person standing on the far right had a refined appearance and wore glasses with thin golden frames. His narrow eyes seemed proud.
Franco immediately recognized his “father” and pointed at the man in the white coat. “Dad, you looked quite impressive when you were young.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he was kicked on the butt again.
Franco turned around and met his dad’s fiery eyes. His dad raised his cane and struck at him.
“You unfilial son, who the hell do you think I am?”
“Huh? Isn’t that the guy with the red flower on his chest you?”
“Do you think you’re so smart with your glasses? Couldn’t you see that the handsome guy wearing glasses is your father?”
Franco couldn’t connect the well-mannered and graceful man in the photo with this grumpy old man in front of him.
However, he knew that his dad used to be a doctor, a military doctor in fact, so he subconsciously thought that the idiot in the white coat was his father.
Only then did Old Bray explain, “That idiot is my younger junior, Jonathan.”
“What!”
Franco was once again surprised by what he heard.
He twisted his body, and the chair he was sitting on, which Old Bray had found in a garbage bin, couldn’t withstand his weight and instantly split into pieces.
He fell hard.
Everything was still for three seconds, and Cierra’s mouth widened.
“Uncle, does it hurt?”
Humberto turned his head and complained, “Grandpa, my dad broke your chair.”
Old Bray once again raised his cane to deliver strikes as he shouted, “You wastrel! That chair was from the ancient times… how dare you break it with your butt.”
“Dad, I’m sorry.”
“It’s useless! These are my treasures. Don’t think a few words will solve everything. You have to pay for it!”
“But Dad, I don’t have money like you do.”
“I don’t care. Even if you pick up trash, you have to repay me!”
Humberto stood by with his arms crossed, seemingly used to this scene. Despite his father acting like a businessman outside, when he returned home, he either got beaten by his grandfather or was nagged by his grandmother.
His status wasn’t even on par.
Seeing Franco being chased and beaten by Grandpa, Cierra clung affectionately to the old man’s leg, just like she used to do when her brother was beaten by their father.
“Grandpa, Uncle didn’t do it on purpose. Please don’t hit him, he’s pitiful.”
Franco felt deeply moved.
See!
Having a daughter was so nice.
And for his son, “Grandpa, are you too old to move? You’re already exhausted after just a couple of hits.”