"Mr. Hawke, Miss Don."
Bin finally caught up, greeting Damon Hawke and Victoria Don with a respectful expression.
Damon nodded, his gaze falling on the tearful little boy, his brows habitually furrowing.
Since the little boy started to understand things, he seldom showed his emotions.
And now, the little boy was actually crying?
How uncomfortable could he be?
"Damon, Charlie was just crying and calling for mommy, he must be feeling very unwell."
Victoria hugged Harry Soo tightly, purposely flaunting in front of Damon.
"I didn't! I wasn't calling you..."
Harry tried to argue, but the pain from his rear made his childish voice stop abruptly.
His gaze fell on Victoria's face, noticing the warning in her eyes, his little body couldn't help but shrink back.
Oooh!
The wicked old auntie is so scary!
Even if he tattled, would this father believe him?
"Caught a cold? Feeling very unwell?"
Damon saw Harry's pouty mouth and tear-filled eyes, a hint of pity flashed in his dark eyes, and he reached out to take Harry from Victoria's arms.
The man's voice was gentle as he held him securely in his arms, bringing a sense of safety.
Harry sniffed his nose, staring blankly at Damon's handsome face, feeling something indescribable flowing through him.
The embrace of this father is so warm, so safe.
He felt a strength different from that of his frail mommy.
The main thing is, his face shares seven or eight similarities with his own.
It made him feel an inexplicable sense of closeness.
Compared to the wicked old auntie, he preferred being in his arms!
Seeing Harry silent, Damon's slender fingers gently wiped away the tears from the little boy's face, then carried him quickly towards a familiar doctor's office.
Gastroenterology.
"Doctor, what's wrong with my son?"
Elara Don held Dominic Hawke, asking anxiously.
"As his mother, don't rush things. The child's stomach is weak, feed him appropriately; don't stuff food down his throat just because you're afraid he'll be hungry, understand?"
The doctor wrote a prescription, advising Elara with a few words.
Elara took the prescription, looking stunned.
Did she really stuff food down her son's throat?
So, he was suffering from indigestion?
But she had always fed Little Trevor this way!
"Little Trevor, did you eat too much today?"
Elara picked up the little boy, asking him as they walked.
"I'm sorry, mommy, your food is just so delicious, so I ate too much."
Dominic hugged Elara's neck, lowering his head in embarrassment.
His appetite is smaller than Little Trevor's, but he forced himself to eat the food Charlotte Soo served him to avoid raising suspicion.
Each time he would eat until he was stuffed, feeling uncomfortable in his stomach.
But seeing Charlotte Soo's satisfied smile made him happy.
Just that today, his stomach was simply too uncomfortable.
He was so disappointing!
"You little rascal, what should I say to you?"
Why did she give birth to such an adorable son!
Elara smiled tearfully, lovingly rubbing the little boy's head.
On the other side.
Damon Hawke let a familiar doctor give Harry Soo a thorough examination.
"Director Liu, is the child's physical condition okay?"
"Nothing major, young master just has a slight cold, all other indicators are normal."
The doctor responded respectfully.
"He bumped his head a couple of days ago too, no problems there?"
Damon looked at Harry, sprawled listlessly over Bin's shoulder, and asked.
"Everything looks normal in the scans."
The doctor reassuredly checked the scan again before replying.
"Everything's normal? But his temperament seems much more lively than before."
Damon's brows knitted slightly, his dark eyes deep in thought.
"Mr. Hawke, sometimes children just figure things out in an instant."
The doctor smiled to reassure him.
Damon's eyes flickered, nodding in agreement.
It's good that the child is fine.
A change in temperament isn't necessarily bad.
Perhaps that bump revealed a different side of his son.
...
Blue Mountain Apartment.
Dominic Hawke watched Elara Don busying herself in the kitchen, pinching his fingers, walking to the coffee table and picking up Elara's phone.
Why did Little Trevor go to the hospital today?
Was he too eager, causing him to fall ill?
His selfishness should have its limits.
Ultimately, he isn't Charlotte Soo's son!
A hint of sadness flashed in Dominic Hawke's big eyes.
Then, as if making a decision, his little fingers unlocked the phone and took Little Trevor's number out of the blacklist.
It's time for them to switch back!
His little white fingers pressed the number, and soon, Harry Soo's excited yet doubtful voice came through the line.
"Is it mommy?"
"Charlotte Soo is cooking dinner, I'm Dominic Hawke."
Dominic held tightly to the phone, speaking with a sweet childish tone.
"Dominic Hawke, you're so annoying! Let my mommy answer the phone!"
On the other end, Harry was jumping anxiously in his children's room.
"Sorry, Little Trevor, I've been too selfish. Tomorrow we'll switch back."
Dominic lightly lowered his eyes, thinking about not being able to see Elara tomorrow, his little finger tightened.
"Hmph, at least you have some conscience."
Harry huffed as he heard Dominic's unhappy tone, his big eyes blinking.
"Dominic Hawke, I know why you don't want to switch back with me, is your mommy always mean to you? You don't like her, do you?"
At these words, Dominic lightly responded with an "um," gripping the phone even tighter.
"What a wicked old auntie! Dominic Hawke, is she really your mommy? Is your dad blind to like her?"
Harry touched his little bottom, still feeling the pain as if he'd been jabbed with a needle.
"My dad doesn't like her! Otherwise, why wouldn't my mommy live with us?"
Dominic's dark eyes sparkled as he thought of something, he quickly said, "Little Trevor, my dad is rich and handsome, how about letting him marry Charlotte Soo so she can be mommy to both of us?"
If that's the case, then he could always live with Charlotte Soo!
"Hmm! Although your dad is rich, he's too fierce! Not suitable, not suitable!"
Harry tilted his head, thinking then shook it repeatedly.
"No, my dad just looks fierce, he's actually very good to those around him."
Dominic quickly replied, "Little Trevor, let's match them up! As long as they're together, we can be brothers. Don't you want to have someone else to play with?"
"This..."
Harry scratched his little head, somewhat moved.
"Ah, let's talk after we switch back."
Letting a tyrant be his father?
Seems like it's also something he could accept!
However, he listens to his mommy.
As long as mommy likes it, he's fine with everything!
"Alright. Little Trevor, tomorrow's Wednesday, my dad should take you for a psychological consultation. Let's do this..."
The two kids whispered, planning the switch for tomorrow.