Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica, I Choose The Arranged Marriag by BlueMoone

Chapter 632.

The two of them were half brothers, with only one of them occupying the love of their biological father, enjoying the perfect childhood loved by his parents.

The other one, who had been unloved since birth, owned eighty percent of the Sterling Group shares.

Both of them were born on the same day, the same month, both premature babies. Alexander was born five minutes earlier than him, but their status was

worlds apart.

Wesley stayed in the delivery room from beginning to end, guarding the birth of the other child.

On the other hand, Alexander was not born with his father around, so he had no fatherly love. His grandfather had given him his name, and his nominal father hadn't even come to see him.

Solomon's name was chosen by Wesley. As the name suggests, he was the only treasure of his parents.

When Alexander was three years old, he also looked forward to his own birthday.

Because he had heard from his grandfather that his father would come back to celebrate his birthday, he had been looking forward to it half a month in advance, and he couldn't even sleep the night before, squatting by the door before dawn, waiting for his father.

But he waited and waited, from dawn to dusk, but his father still didn't come.

Little Alexander wondered if his father got lost, and couldn't come back.

Alexander pleaded with the driver to go pick up his father.

arrived, Alexander finally saw the person he usually only saw in videos and photos.

Was that his dad?

boy who was about the

the child when he was about to fall, comfort him when he was throwing a tantrum, and carry him

very gentle aunt who was

many children came, holding beautiful gifts, and said happy

Alexander also walked over. He just wanted to gently hold his father's hand, to see if it was as rough

the little

was stunned for a moment, until Alexander cautiously

of anticipation. Did his father think of him the same way he

instead of affection, the handsome man would frown and

"Why are you here? Did your mother send you

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father and son met, there was no love, they were like strangers, and the

I'm..." Little

be bothered to listen to a word, "Get lost, don't let me

who liked to cry, his grandfather said, a man should be brave, and when he grows up he

he really couldn't control

the man really

could his father treat him

where you should be."

that moment, a small hand