Kevan responded with a grunt and said to Larissa, "Well, we're off."
Larissa knew that she couldn't stop Aster, so she let them off the hook.
"Okay, drive safe," she cautioned with a nod.
It was Aster's first time riding in Kevan's car.
He sat obediently in the middle of the backseat, with his hands neatly folded on his knees.
"Uncle Kevan, I'm feeling very happy," he said to Kevan.
Hearing that, Kevan glanced at Aster through the rearview mirror. "Why is that?"
Aster smiled widely "Because you're sending me to kindergarten!"
After that, his smile faded and he asked cautiously, "By the way, Uncle Kevan … If my teacher asks about who you are, can I say that you're my daddy? "
When Kevan heard Aster refer to him as his "Daddy", his chest tightened inexplicably.
Instinctively, he gripped the steering wheel, nearly flooring the accelerator.
Suppressing the overwhelming joy and heartache that welled up within him, Kevan replied in a calm voice, "Of course."
Aster clenched his fists tightly and whooped inwardly, overjoyed at Kevan's answer.
"What about my classmates? Can I tell them the same thing?" he asked again.
"Sure, no problem." If it were up to Kevan, this would be common knowledge. He was eager for the whole world to know the truth—only after he managed to deal with those hidden threats within the Rogers family.
A wide smile spread across Aster's face as he urged Kevan excitedly, "Uncle Kevan, drive faster! Drive faster!"
As soon as they got out of the car, Aster held Kevan's hand voluntarily.
Unlike his usual posture, he held his head high and straightened his back, strutting proudly with wide, confident steps.
Aster's amusing antics made Kevan laugh.
They arrived at the peak hour for parents to drop off their children at the kindergarten.
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