A few minutes later, in the park near the kindergarten.
Jimmy was sitting on a bench in the park, eating the ice cream in his hand with a smile on his face, enjoying himself.
Stefan, who was sitting next to him, looked at the child's appearance, and his eyes grew dark.
He had to admit that this child really looked a bit like him.
But, was this child really his own?
Stefan still did not want to believe this fact until now.
He hesitated for a long time before he finally couldn't help but ask a question.
"What's your name?"
Jimmy's hand holding the ice cream was tightened, and he didn't say anything as he looked down at the ice cream in his hand.
Suddenly, he pretended not to hear anything and continued to eat the ice cream in his hand.
Stefan did not hear the little guy's answer. Surprisingly he was not angry, but warmly asked another question.
"How old are you?"
Jimmy rolled his eyes helplessly and looked at his daddy as if he was looking at an idiot.
His daddy must have investigated him, so what was the point of asking him?
Did his daddy want so much to talk to him?
Jimmy thought of this and retorted.
"You have not investigated me? If you have, why do you ask questions knowingly?"
Stefan heard these words, his body stiffened, and he was speechless.
He was a little shocked at the little guy's intelligence, but at the same time he felt a hint of pride that he did not notice.
Stefan had been watching Jimmy eat ice cream and did not say anything.
In a short while, Jimmy had finished all the ice cream in his hand.
He clapped his hands, jumped out of his chair and turned to look at the man still sitting on the bench.
"I'm done eating. Now I'm going home. I'll leave first."
Stefan looked helplessly at the little guy standing not far away, and even he hadn't noticed that the irritation he felt during this time had long since disappeared without a trace.
This little guy was quite heartless, running away after eating his ice cream.
However, how could he just let Jimmy leave like that?
The man looked at the child with a deep gaze, his thin lips lightly opened as he coldly asked a question.
"Are you really my son?"
Jimmy rolled his eyes and, after humming, he replied in no good humor, "No."
'I don't have a daddy as retarded as you, who forgets everything after a memory loss.'
When Stefan heard this, his eyes glared and he felt like beating the little guy up.
Jimmy was not polite to him at all.
Jimmy, as if not seeing his daddy's displeasure, raised his eyebrows slightly and asked indifferently, "Is there anything else?"
Stefan's thin lips were tightly pursed, and after a long period of silence, he asked another question.
"Who's coming to take you home?"
Jimmy gave him a look and replied indifferently, "My mommy is coming to pick me up. She should be almost there."
"I ..."
Stefan opened his mouth to say something else, but was interrupted by Jimmy.
"You should go home early too."
After saying this, Jimmy turned around and slowly walked away alone carrying his small school bag.
On the other hand, in front of the kindergarten.
When Martha came, she didn't see Jimmy beside the teacher.
She frowned and asked with some urgency, "Miss, where is Jimmy? Why isn't he here?"
The teacher looked at her suspiciously, with a distinctly inquisitive look in her eyes.
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