Dylan Flack had just returned home when he saw his father waiting for him on the sofa.
"Dad!" Dylan ran over happily. Usually, George Flack would be working, and Dylan wouldn't see him until after finishing his homework. He didn't expect to see him as soon as he entered the door today.
George watched his son running towards him joyfully, his heart softened. No matter how Belly Wescott was, the child was indeed his own.
"Dad, are you not working today?" Dylan blinked and asked George. Every time he asked the butler about George's whereabouts, the butler would say he was working.
"Yes, I've finished working already." George looked at his admiring son and gently touched his head. "Dylan, can dad ask you a question?"
"Huh? What does dad want to ask?" Dylan tilted his head, puzzled. Did his father find out that he had been secretly sharing snacks with his little friend Ivy at school?
