"Alright, I'll be right over."
Hanging up the phone, Gilbert immediately rushed to Pinecrest Villa.
This wasn't his first visit because this was where Sawyer lived.
Pressing the doorbell, it was Sawyer who answered.
"Mr. Gilbert," Sawyer stepped aside, saying, "please, come in."
"Thanks." Gilbert nodded, stepping inside.
"You're here."
Inside, Francis was sitting on the couch, waiting for him.
"Big bro," Gilbert flashed a smile, looking around, "What's up? You're being all mysterious."
Francis' expression was serious as he stretched his arms and stood up from the couch. Gilbert quickly picked up a cane lying nearby and handed it to him. "Big bro, here."
"Thanks." Francis took it, casting a glance at his brother, "Follow me upstairs."
"Oh, okay."
Gilbert felt a chill, sensing something wasn't quite right.
He followed his brother upstairs.
Francis led the way, silent, stopping in front of a door.
"Big bro?" Gilbert was confused.
Francis nodded. "I want you to meet someone..."
Taking a deep breath, he reached for the doorknob and gently turned it... the door opened.
Gilbert looked inside.
It was a moderately sized room, a bit messy, but it looked like someone had tried to tidy up by arranging items neatly around the edges. There was a carpet in the center.
On the carpet, a little boy, about three years old, was sitting cross-legged, completely absorbed in playing with LEGO bricks.
What...? Gilbert was stunned, looking up at Francis.
Before he could speak, Francis carefully closed the door, not wanting to startle the child inside.
"Big bro?" Gilbert was holding his breath, shock spreading across his face.
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