  &quot;Yeah, he's just left. Where's your sister?&quot; Braylee asked.
      Connor climbed onto the sofa and leaned his head on her. &quot;Sharon fell asleep. Mommy, I want to ask you a question.&quot;
      &quot;Go ahead. Mommy will answer as best as I can.&quot; Braylee kissed her son's forehead.
      Connor stared at her with those same dark eyes as Cara's. &quot;Mommy, who is our daddy?&quot;
      Braylee did not see this coming from him. She bit her lips and went silent for a while.
      Judging from her expression, Connor tugged at her sleeves. &quot;Mommy, you do know, right?&quot;
      Braylee nodded. &quot;Mommy knows, but Mommy won't tell you guys.&quot;
      &quot;Why not?&quot; Connor could not understand.
      Braylee sighed. &quot;It is because your daddy has a fiancée and will have a new family very soon. He will then have other children—do you still want to know 

  Braylee did not disappoint Cara. She bowed apologetically to Sean. &quot;Thank you, Mr. Sean. It won't be necessary, though.&quot;
      Seeing how simply she declined his offer, a flash of fury crossed Sean's eyes but disappeared at once. &quot;Why not? There's not much difference between Cara and me, right?&quot;
      &quot;Yes, there is.&quot; Braylee turned around and looked at Cara. &quot;My son resembles Mr. Cara more. I won't have to worry about others doubting that he's the father.&quot;
      This is true!
      Cara's thin lips curled up subconsciously. His mood improved somehow because of her words.
      Sean could not stand Cara having the upper hand. He lowered his gaze to hide the fierceness in his eyes and jeered, &quot;What's so great about looking alike? There must be games during the family event. Since Cara is still physically inconvenient, he can't take part in th

  While Stanley was with the children, Braylee went back to the kitchen to bring out the food.
      The two children went for a shower after finishing their dinner while Braylee and Stanley washed dishes in the kitchen.
      Stanley looked at the thermal food jar beside the sink. &quot;Is this...&quot;
      Braylee passed him a clean bowl. &quot;Mushroom soup. I made it for Mr. Cara.&quot;
      &quot;For Cara?&quot; Stanley took a slight pause from drying the dishes. Behind his glasses, his eyes gave off an inconspicuous glint.
      Without noticing it, Braylee passed another bowl to him. &quot;That's right.&quot;
      The warm smile on Stanley's face faded. &quot;I heard that Mr. Cara has been injured. Do you care about him this much to make soup for him?&quot;
      Braylee's hands slipped and nearly smashed the bowl she was holding. She lowered her gaze and replied guiltily, &qu

&quot;Yeah, he's just left. Where's your sister?&quot; Braylee asked.
      Connor climbed onto the sofa and leaned his head on her. &quot;Sharon fell asleep. Mommy, I want to ask you a question.&quot;
      &quot;Go ahead. Mommy will answer as best as I can.&quot; Braylee kissed her son's forehead.
      Connor stared at her with those same dark eyes as Cara's. &quot;Mommy, who is our daddy?&quot;
      Braylee did not see this coming from him. She bit her lips and went silent for a while.
      Judging from her expression, Connor tugged at her sleeves. &quot;Mommy, you do know, right?&quot;
      Braylee nodded. &quot;Mommy knows, but Mommy won't tell you guys.&quot;
      &quot;Why not?&quot; Connor could not understand.
      Braylee sighed. &quot;It is because your daddy has a fiancée and will have a new family very soon. He will then have other children—do you still want to know now?&quot;
      Connor's lips moved briefly, but his bright eyes finally turned dim and he s

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