"My ball got squashed by the car." Alex stared at the Rolls-Royce already parked at the roadside and pointed at the flattened yellow smear beneath the tire.
Nate was afraid his president would lose patience, so he wanted to get rid of them quickly. "Keep a better eye on your child. He suddenly dashed out just now and hugged my president's leg, refusing to let go. Please take him away quickly, don't—"
"Wait a moment…" Ned turned his head and looked at the man holding the child. It was him—Sophie's ex-boyfriend. Then this child—
He narrowed his eyes, carefully studying the lower half of the little boy's face beneath the cap brim. Somehow, it felt faintly familiar.
"I'm really sorry. The child caused you trouble. I'll take him away right now." Con deliberately put on a humble, apologetic attitude, turned around with Alex in his arms, and prepared to leave.
Ned snapped back to reality and calmly withdrew his gaze. He pressed his lips together, then—almost on impulse—spoke up.
