After changing the diaper, the clerk started pitching more baby stuff to Alexander. He nced at the items, hesitated for a sec, then told her to bag ''em up. Alexander took Sprout back and parked the car. Seeing the open iron gate and the house door ajar, he paused for a moment.RêAdt??St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only


    After standing there for a few seconds, he walked in with Sprout.


    As soon as he stepped in, he spotted a dude in a white suit, lounging on the sofa with his legs crossed, fiddling with an orange.


    The guy looked up and shed a slight smile when he saw Alexander.


    "Alexander, where''d you go sote?" the guy asked, getting up and strolling towards the door, his eyes locked on Sprout. "Cute kid," he said, grinning at Alexander. "Yours?" They locked eyes, both smiling, but the tension was thick.


    Alexander nced down at Sprout in his arms. "You know, this kid kinda looks like me."


    "Maybe he really is yours," the guy said, reaching out to pinch Sprout''s cheek.


    "Why do you say that, Luke? Got some clues about my past?" Alexander asked.


    Luke Lynch, son of Aron Lynch, was even more unpredictable than his old man.


    Despite his in looks, his confidence and cocky belief that he could control everything were obvious.


    Luke grinned, looking pretty pleased. "Nah, I''m waiting to get some from you. Alexander, you really don''t remember anything?"


    Alexander smiled faintly. "I do hope to remember something. I feel a real connection to this kid. Maybe, like you said, he really is my son."


    Luke nodded seriously, stepping back to put some space between them.


    He rubbed his chin and paced back and forth.


    After a bit, he suddenly looked at Alexander. Still smiling, showing his neat white teeth, but there was a hint of anger.


    He pointed at Alexander and said, "You better be telling the truth."


    Luke was clearly starting to lose his cool.


    Alexander, on the other hand, stayed calm, watching him like he was a clown.


    "What''s wrong, Luke? You mad?" Alexander asked.


    Luke''s smile widened, and he patted Alexander on the shoulder, saying earnestly, "Nah, just worried about you."


    "Don''t worry, I''ll do my best to remember," Alexander said.


    "Then you need to think hard. Remember the past, old friends, and family. Maybe they''re still waiting for you toe back," Luke said. "You''re joking, Luke. My home is right here. Where else would I go?" Alexander shot back.


    Luke''s grin was wide, but his anger was clear.


    He didn''t say anything more to Alexander and turned to leave.


    The driver was outside waiting. When he saw Lukeing, he went to open the door, but Luke knocked him to the ground with a punch. The driver got up, holding his bleeding mouth, while Luke had already gotten inside the car.


    The driver awkwardly got back into his seat and drove out of the neighborhood.


    Aron had justin down when frantic knocking on the door woke him. Annoyed, he got up to open it.