  &quot;Yes, I am,&quot; replied Braylee as she held her children in one hand and patted their heads with another.
      &quot;They are very cute, especially this little guy here,&quot; Jackson looked at Connor as he said his compliment before continuing, &quot;He looks exactly like Cara. If I haven't known that Cara has no children, I would have thought that both of them were father and son.&quot;
      Stealing a glance at Cara subconsciously, Braylee replied, &quot;It's all a coincidence.&quot;
      As the matter of fact, when she first saw him for the first time, she had felt that he looked strangely similar to Connor. However, she knew he could not have been Connor's father.
      The reason being, the man back then years ago was an old man who was almost fifty years old.
      &quot;By the way, I haven't ask you for your name,&quot; Jackson asked as he threw away the tissues in hi

  Jackson knew what he was expected to do. Twirling the key around in a carefree style, he agreed.
      After he left, Cara looked at Braylee and offered, &quot;Allow me to send you all back.&quot;
      &quot;Thank you. I guess we'll be troubling Mr. Cara then,&quot; said Braylee as she accepted the offer and smiled politely.
      If she were not injured in the first place, she might have rejected his offer.
      As her feet could no longer walk, she naturally would not make a fool of herself by bringing her two children to hail a cab.
      Cara carried her up just like he had done just now and headed towards the exit of the restaurant.
      Meanwhile, the two children walked hand-in-hand behind them. To any by passers, the four of them looked like a real, happy family.
      As they exited the restaurant, unbeknownst to them, a man with a camera was hiding behind the bushes just o

  The manager was really grateful that this gentleman and the lady were so easy to deal with.
      &quot;Forget about the doctor. I've already called for one.&quot;
      As Cara finished speaking, a lax-sounding voice echoed from behind, &quot;Cara, who's the wounded one you've just mentioned?&quot;
      Braylee turned towards the voice and saw a baby-faced young man approaching.
      He was clad in bright-colored casual outfits, with curly hair and a cheeky smile that revealed his protruding upper canines, causing him to appear very cute.
      The word &quot;cute&quot; might not be an appropriate adjective to normally describe a man, yet in his instance, it was an absolutely apt description that matched his look.
      In fact, the word &quot;cute&quot; was probably made just for him.
      Braylee kept staring at the man, who turned out to be none other than Jackson Baker, with an

&quot;Yes, I am,&quot; replied Braylee as she held her children in one hand and patted their heads with another.
      &quot;They are very cute, especially this little guy here,&quot; Jackson looked at Connor as he said his compliment before continuing, &quot;He looks exactly like Cara. If I haven't known that Cara has no children, I would have thought that both of them were father and son.&quot;
      Stealing a glance at Cara subconsciously, Braylee replied, &quot;It's all a coincidence.&quot;
      As the matter of fact, when she first saw him for the first time, she had felt that he looked strangely similar to Connor. However, she knew he could not have been Connor's father.
      The reason being, the man back then years ago was an old man who was almost fifty years old.
      &quot;By the way, I haven't ask you for your name,&quot; Jackson asked as he threw away the tissues in his hand.
      &quot;Braylee Ryan,&quot; she replied curtly.
      &quot;Braylee... last name Ry

Chapter 32 The Mother With Two Children