Clayton had barely parked when his phone buzzed with a call from Alden. The mere mention of wanting to see Larry filled him with disgust. To him, Larry was the epitome of ingratitude, a real snake in the grass. However, the moment he heard Larry knew the secret behind his daughter's disappearance, his interest was piqued, and he agreed to the meeting.

"What's wrong, Dad?" Elysia noticed the change in Clayton's demeanor and expressed her concern lovingly.

Clayton gazed at his daughter with affection. He didn't want to sour the mood by bringing up Larry, so he brushed it off with, "It's nothing, sweetheart." Before they could continue, joyful cries from outside the car grabbed their attention. "Daddy, Mommy, Grandpa!"

Five little munchkins were sprinting towards the car. Clayton, already fond of these kids and now knowing they were his very own grandchildren, was over the moon with excitement. He couldn't wait to get out of the car and scoop them into his arms, showering them with affection and proudly proclaiming, "My good little ones, all of you are Grandpa's treasures!"

The Smith brothers, also quite taken with the children, joined in the greetings with equal enthusiasm. "Hey there, little champs!"

The kids warmly greeted them back, "Hello, Uncle Grandpa!"

a

unable to hide his excitement, lifted Elijah into the air. "Elijah, we finally meet!

stunned, managed

yes, it's me! Talk about

eyes sparkled with

despite neither he nor Elysia having such skills-it was a gift from the Smith genes,

catch up,

never met in person. Turns out, his

distant, frail voice

servants struggling to keep up. Without

meet her, Elysia

down her face, gasped, "My Irene, my little Irene! Bless the heavens, bless the

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