Chapter 44

Errol watched as his youngest daughter sprinted toward him. Trina was his only daughter, bearing a striking resemblance—at least 60 percent—to his late wife. When Trina reached him, he chided her fondly, "You're almost 50, yet you still can't walk properly." Trina slipped her arm through his and pouted playfully. "No matter how old I get, I'll always be your daughter." A daughter's love was as warm and comforting as ever. Errol chuckled, gently patting Trina's head. Cedric was long accustomed to their affectionate exchanges. He stood nearby, watching Trina with the same indulgent fondness. Having grown up in the mountains, his ties with family had always been distant. His parents had passed away one after another, and even his only sister had vanished without a trace. Watching the warmth and closeness of the Hoffman family, he couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. "Cedric." Hearing Errol's voice, Cedric respectfully greeted him. "Dad, I just got back from my business trip an