Chapter 22

Daisie turned her head to look at him. “We, too, have also seen a man who looks a lot like us.” “Oh?” Nolan’s father was just about to pose his question when he heard the loud greeting of the bodyguard standing by the garden. “Good day, Mr. Goldmann.” Nolan marched right into the pavilion. He glanced at the two children sitting next to his old man and finally said, “Dad, how could you bring these children here without asking?” “And why can’t I? These children look just like you, so I invited them over to be my guests. Is there a problem?” Nolan’s father patted Daisie’s head, then gave each of the children a slice of frosted cake. “Here, have a bite. This is the best frosted cake in town.” “Thank you, Grandpa!” The two kids took the cake offered to them. With a loud nom, Daisie held the cake in her palm, unable to wait a moment longer, and took a huge bite. Nolan felt helpless. He had not expected his father to bring them all the way here just because of a photo he saw. “Wait