Upon hearing Elara Don's words, Bea's dark eyes blinked.
Did Mommy want him to pretend to be his older brother?
Well, okay!
He would do whatever Mommy said!
Bea took off his mask and gave Damon Hawke a sweet smile, "Hello, Uncle Ginger."
The little guy smiled brightly, looking lively and vigorous.
Damon Hawke raised his eyebrows, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
His own son seemed like a different person once he stepped outside.
At home, he never smiled so vividly.
It seemed he truly enjoyed being with Elara Don.
Even his personality had become cheerful.
"Hello, Charlie."
Damon Hawke responded politely, his gaze falling on Dominic Hawke, who remained silent, a trace of doubt in his eyes.
"Bea, why aren't you talking? Are you unhappy?"
Why did this child with the mask look more and more like his own son?
Dominic Hawke stared intently at Damon Hawke, unsure what to say.
Who was this man really?
Why did he behave so much like his dad, aside from the face?
