Metthew, who was too happy like a child, had been holding Hendrick in the arms as if he didn't want to let him go, even he didn't care how people he didn't know looked at him continuously since he was at the airport waiting for the arrival of the plane that would take him to London.
"You don't want to let go of Dad's hand?" asked Hendrick in the end, ever since it was someone else's spotlight on him.
Metthew shook his head slowly and told Hendrick that he didn't want to let go of his hand because he didn't want Hendrick to suddenly change his mind about canceling his flight to London and leaving him alone.
For a moment, Hendrick was silent with Metthew's narrative, who slapped him slowly.
Honestly, Hendrick never thought about what Metthew was thinking.
Hendrick sighed softly and rubbed the hand that was still clasped with Metthew's.
