Gladys looked at the new clothes and said, “Just the right size, Mr. Noah! Lorian’s going to be three years old soon and Holly is over a year old. She can walk a few steps now! The only thing is that she doesn’t like to talk. It’s a good thing Lorian loves playing with her.”

At the next moment, the babysitter brought both of the kids over.

The little boy dived into Noah’s arms. “Daddy!”

Noah held his son’s little feet. A lump formed in his throat. It had been half a year since he last saw Lorian. His little boy had grown taller and tougher. He looked like a big boy now.

Holly, on the other hand, had just learned how to walk. So, she was wobbling in her steps.

Mimicking her brother, she dived at Noah’s legs, held them, and said, “Dada.” She repeated it several times in a row, surprising him slightly.

After a brief moment, he reached out and carried her in his arms.

The little girl was teething. Lowering her head, she nibbled on his arms. They were ripped and firm. She liked t