"I'm sorry, Anderson. Did that hurt? I'm sorry."
Luther originally only wanted to comb Anderson, and took a fallen hair by the way. He did not expect that he could not have any at all, and desperately, he could only pull a hair from his head.
He felt so heartbroken to see Anderson in just a bit of pain.
But whenever he thought that the child in front of him was most likely his son, he could hardly hold back the excitement in his chest.
"It doesn't matter. It doesn't hurt either." Anderson glanced back at Luther, "No need to rub it. Mom says that boys need to learn to be strong at an early age."
Anderson spoke with such a heartbreaking maturity. What an understanding young boy he was.
Luther almost choked up at the moment.
How did Joyce keep her baby back then, and how exactly did the mother and son come through all these years.
He had no idea about that, but from the precocious maturity of Anderson, it must be very difficult.
All of this was his fault.
He held Anderson' hair in his hand.
No matter what the truth might be, he didn’t want to wait any longer.
He would have Casey send it for a paternity test later.
Luther gently held the young shoulders of Anderson, and when he was close to Anderson, there was always a burst of warmth came up in his heart.
He took a close look at Anderson, and indeed he looked very similar to himself. His nose and lips were more like those of Joyce.
No wonder, he did not think of such a possibility at the very beginning.
Of course, he was also afraid to have such an idea.
Joyce had been lucky enough if she survived that day, and how dared he expect his child to be still alive?
At this moment, on the computer screen, several windows were flashing at the same time.
A blue window suddenly popped up.
Anderson entered a string of code quickly.
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