Leaning against the chair with arms folded upon his chest, Brian said in a slow tone, "I predicate, a joint rehearsal would be coming soon!"
After finishing his bath, Charlie came out of the bathroom, with dripping wet hair. Molly held a towel ready to dry him off, but Charlie nimbly avoided her and threw himself into Brian's arms instead. Charlie was a good and modest boy who never competed against his sister for his parents' love and affection. When Evelyn was awake, he seldom behaved in a spoiled manner. However, he was just a kid after all, so when Evelyn wasn't around, he would try to get some affection from his parents. Molly raised her hands in the air out of frustration.
Because of Charlie, the topic of conversation between Brian and Molly had been interrupted. Brian looked down at his dripping wet son. Even though Charlie had wet his expensive suit, Brian didn't mind. Instead, he reached for the towel from Molly, and with a smile, he began to dry his son's hair.
"Dad!" Charlie called out with a dissatisfied tone because Brian's action was not as gentle as Molly's. "Ouch, you're so rough! How can Evelyn tolerate you?" he complained.
Brian stopped rubbing his hair and narrowed his eyes at him. It seemed that the little boy standing before him was his enemy rather than his son.
Molly's eyes gleamed, and she had a pleased look on her face when she saw how Brian reacted to Charlie's comment. "See, our son chose to go to you only to save Evelyn from your rough treatment. That was the real reason why he went and not because he prefers you over me." Brian read her underlying meaning from her expression and watched as Molly went into the bathroom to tidy herself up.
When she left, Charlie looked up at his dad and said glumly, "Dad, if you want to flatter your wife next time, don't involve me please." Then his little face made an expression of disappointment.
Brian couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "Now, tell me about your homework," he asked, changing the subject. He put the towel aside and removed the damp bathrobe from Charlie. Then Brian wiped his little body down and helped him put his pajama's on. "What do you think Daniel and Edgar's real intentions are?"
"Uncle Daniel wants to improve the strength of Falcon Commando," Charlie answered seriously with a maturity far beyond his age. He then thought for a moment with a slight frown on his little face and then continued. "However, Uncle Edgar's intention appears the same on the surface as Uncle Daniel's, but his real objective is to resist Uncle Eric while strengthening Falcon Commando."
Brian nodded with satisfaction and asked, "Do you think I will agree or not?"
Charlie looked at Brian with disdain. He stayed silent for a little while, and then in a low voice, he mumbled, "Dad, your thoughts are too complicated for someone to guess correctly." His voice was too soft to be heard clearly. Then he answered in a stern tone, "I think you'll ask for Uncle Eric's opinion." He rolled his eyes and added, "And judging by the way you talked, I think you have agreed on Uncle Daniel's request."
Brian was impressed with Charlie's answer, but he didn't show it. He also didn't tell Charlie whether his answer was right or not but just commanded him, "All right, it's time to go to bed."
Charlie nodded obediently and turned to go to his bedroom, but then he stopped for a brief moment and turned back to face his father. He stared up at Brian, eyes gleaming with confidence. "Dad, I guessed right, didn't I?" he asked.
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