When Josie woke up, it was already the afternoon. Grape wasnât in the room, and faint sounds of laughter and playful commotion could be heard from downstairs.
It had been a while since the house had been this lively.
After Josie freshened up, she stepped out to see Lachlan wearing an apron, cooking in the kitchen as if it were his routine. Meanwhile, Grape was seated in her high chair, eating her meal and asking all sorts of peculiar questions.
âMr. Lachlan, why donât you ever come to visit me? Is it really more fun back home? More fun than Sumanthova?â
Grape pouted with a puzzled look on her face.
Lachlan responded in a childlike tone, âI was just busy with work, so donât be upset, Grape. Itâs only fun when you are around. Without you, itâs quite boring.â
âReally? What about mom? Do you like mom?â
Lachlan laughed. âOf course I like her.â
âThen why donât you become my father, so I can see you every day?â
The more they discussed, the more absurd it sounded. Josie realized that the absence of a father figure from a young age made Grape desperate for companionship.
She descended the stairs. âChildren speak without reservations, so donât take it to heart.â
Lachlan was about to say something when Grape angrily interrupted, âThatâs not true. I want Mr.
Lachlan to be my dad!â
Josieâs face darkened. âStop throwing a tantrum.â
She was usually busy, and coupled with the responsibility of caring for a child, she often didnât have much patience. She generally gave Grape a lot of freedom, and fortunately, the latter was reasonably sensible.
âWhy are you angry at a child?â Lachlan intervened, placing the pasta he had prepared in front of Josie.
Then, he squatted down in front of Grape and patiently explained, âGrape, you have your own father, a role that no one else can replace, not even me. However, Uncle can love and care for you just like a father would.â
Lachlanâs tone was particularly gentle.
He was already thirty years old that year, possessing the charm of a mature man. He was kind, patient, and in fact, quite suited to be a father.
Josie leaned to one side, lost in thought.
Grape relaxed her pouted lips, saying indignantly, âWhere is my father then? He doesnât love me at all.â
For a moment, Lachlan was at a loss for words. He glanced at Josie, who responded by shaking her head.
âHow many times have I told you that your daddy is busy? Once you turn eighteen, he will return.â
Grape lamented, âIâm only⦠a year and a half this year. Itâs going to be a long, long time until I turn eighteen.â
Upon seeing her like this, Josie couldnât help but chuckle. âTime will pass quickly.â
After soothing Grape, Lachlan asked in a low voice, âGrape is smart, and it will be impossible to hide it as she grows older. You canât keep going on like this. Donât you plan on returning home? Shouldnât you tell him?â
He was careful with his words, yet in reality, even he didnât know who the childâs father was. He had spent years in Rivodia, focused on his career and oblivious to many things. It wasnât that he hadnât tried to investigate Josieâs past, but all her records had been wiped clean, leaving no trace to be found.
An image of a person surfaced in Josieâs mind, someone who was perpetually aloof and proud. With the vestiges of her youthful spirit gone, she shook her head.
âIt was my own decision to have the child, he is unaware. Two years have passed. Itâs not right to disrupt his life anymore.â
âBut this is his responsibility.â
âI can handle it myself.â
âAliceâ¦â
âAlright, the opening ceremony of the Golden Key Awards is tomorrow. Youâll accompany me there, otherwise I wonât be able to manage with Grape. This isnât too much to ask, is it, Mr. Keller?â She blinked her eyes.
Lachlan could only shake his head helplessly. âOnly you could boss the boss around.â