Daddy, Mommy had been in Prison novel Chapter 450

They’d been about to ask about that yesterday, but Robert had been busy with his own business and Georgia with her experiments at work, so it’d dragged on to today.

As Robert worded the question, he and Georgia kept their eyes fixed on Wesley’s face, eager to see his reaction.

“I don’t remember too much when I was small or when I was three years old or four years old, Dad. It’s all fuzzy. Why can’t I remember? I don’t remember at all. I just remember that a lot of kids were playing with me, but I don’t remember what their faces looked like. What about before do you want to ask me about, Dad? If you don’t say what it is, I don’t know how to think about it.”

“Then I’ll say it another way. Back when you were with your Mommy, Sierra. Do you remember being with her when you were in kindergarten or when you were younger? Where did you live back then? Did you have neighbors you knew beside you?”

At Robert’s words, Wesley’s brow furrowed.

He thought back to his memories from when he was little, thought of where he and his Mommy used to live, and if there were any neighbors around.

But none of it surfaced. He just remembered that he seemed to have been together with his Mommy all along, but he couldn’t recall what kind of place it was.

“Maybe my memory’s bad, Daddy. I can’t remember. But I remember Mommy was with me all along. I just don’t remember where I used to live with Mommy.”

“Then I’ll say it another way again. Back when you lived together with your Mommy Sierra, did you ever keep a kitty or a puppy? Did you have any toys you liked?”

Those were small, tangible details now.

Robert’s question had gone from large-scale to minute. He was probing deeper step by step.

Anyone who had a memory would have given an answer for this last question.

If they didn’t have pets, they never had pets. If he had any toys he liked, he’d have said so.

Wesley thought back and only felt his head hurt.

“I don’t remember if Mommy and I had any pets, Dad. I don’t remember that. I don’t get it. Why are you asking me this kind of question, Dad? Maybe I didn’t have any toys I like.”

At that, Annie chimed in at the side, curious.

“You liked that toy puppy the most usually, so how could you not have a toy you liked? Did Auntie Sierra not buy you toys? Auntie Vanessa bought me lots of dolls before. I liked the big bear the most.”

Saying that much, Annie tugged on Robert’s hand.

“Daddy, I want a big, tall golden retriever. I saw my neighbors around me keep one before and it’s cute and gentle. Can I have one too?”

Robert smiled and agreed.

“If you want that kind of dog, Annie, of course it’s okay. I’ll have the butler arrange it, and you can go pick it yourself. You can start at a puppy, and the golden retriever will treat you as its master and like you a lot.

“But if you want it, Daddy has to remind you about one thing.”

“What thing?”

Annie asked curiously.

“If you want a dog, then from the moment you buy it back, you have to know how to take care of it, know what it’s scared of, and know what it doesn’t like. You can’t leave it all to the servants and the butlers. I want you to be responsible for it and be its real master instead of leaving it to someone else.”

Annie was a bit confused.