"This boy is..." asked Wilson.

"He's... my friend's son," Serenity gave a vague answer, not wanting to expose Clara's identity, "Thank you for helping him."

"It's no big deal," said Wilson as his eyes wandered to the little boy who was clinging onto Serenity's leg.

When he went to the bathroom, he saw the boy desperately searching for something there. The boy’s tiny face was filled with nervousness, anxiety, and fear. It stopped Wilson in his tracks.

It's weird. He was not a nosy person, but when he saw the boy, he couldn't help but stop to look. He wanted to know what the boy was nervous and afraid of.

To his surprise, he realized that the boy could not hear. The boy was deaf. He mumbled some words, but Wilson could not understand what he was trying to say.

He thought there was no way he could communicate with the boy, but the boy gave him another surprise. He could actually write.

He could write more than simple things like one, two, three. He could actually write some pretty