"Kid, do you like it?" Gilbert handed him the drone and sat down beside him with Linda in his arms.
"It's okay," Dean replied, taking it. "Thanks, Daddy."
"What do you want to eat? Daddy's taking you all out for a feast today," Gilbert gently ruffled Dean's hair and asked affectionately.
Dean lifted his dull eyes. "I want to wait for Miss Claire."
Gilbert's expression darkened. No matter how well he treated this boy, his heart always belonged to Claire. He couldn't understand what kind of magic that woman had used to win over his son.
Just as a hint of displeasure crept into his face, a woman suddenly burst in from outside, panting heavily.
It was Claire. Gilbert's handsome face instantly turned cold.
"Mr. Watson, please… please save my son!" Claire gasped for air, clutching her chest and bowing low in a gesture of utter humility.
Gilbert froze for a moment, then a mocking smile spread across his face. "So, Claire, you finally admit you have a son?"
