Chapter 1633
The door opened, and standing in front was a boy about five or six years old, holding a gift in each hand, his bright, sparkling eyes looking up at him.
The child's features were strikingly familiar, almost identical to someone else, exceedingly exquisite.
Alexander Foster recognized the child but waited for him to speak.
The boy sized him up for a moment and then, with a slight bow, said very politely, "Hello, Uncle Alexander, I am Ethan Hill. These are gifts from my father, Grayson Hill, and my mother, Darla Palmer, prepared for you and Auntie."
His little voice was loud and clear, full of energy.
Alex curled his lips, squatted down, and asked him, "How do you know I am the person you're looking for?"
"I've seen your photos and news, and my dad has told me your stories."
Alex smiled, "Oh? Your dad pays attention to my stories?"
