Spoiled by Mr Russell

Austin realized Mike was getting emotional, adding, “I never knew you were so good with children. If I were you, I wouldn't know what to do. Anyway, they do look a lot like Alex. What do you think?”

Austin tilted his head as he asked, sizing up the sleeping babies.

Mike also tilted his head to look at them. Indeed, they had Alexander's eyebrows and Lily's mouth.

“They sure do, but we can‘t make such assumptions. The more we think that way, the more they look like Alex and Lily. If I told you they aren’t Alex’s children, would you still think they resemble him?* Mike looked serious.

Austin thought, ‘Indeed, now they don’t look like Alex and Lily.’

He shook his head and straightened up, saying, “Shit, you're right!”

to wait for the DNA report.” Mike gently tucked in the babies, his gaze

Austin sighed inwardly.

Forget it. Just let him be. At least seeing

leaving the bedroom, Austin went straight to the outhouse where Rhea was. He was curious how the

horrible things, and each drug had its own trait. The symptoms somehow varied, whether the pandemic virus or

physician for many years, Austin knew individuals differed—however, the differences

at the door to the outhouse and saw the glass window at the top. It was not large, but it offered a view inside. Trying not to make a sound, Austin tiptoed and peered in. He saw nothing unusual but

‘Empty?’

blinked and looked

is empty! Where the hell is

and looked again. No matter how he blinked and stared,