Regaining his composure, Holden sauntered over and crouched down before the children.

“Hey, kids, how did you two come to know each other?” he asked.

Melon was quite forthcoming.

“At the amusement park, last time. I saw her sitting alone, absorbed in some sort of counting. I then decided to join her and play,” he divulged with a candid smile.

The amusement park? Counting?

Holden’s brow furrowed slightly as he grappled with the puzzle.

As he was about to delve further into the matter, Melon asked, “Wait a minute. Do you know her as well, sir?”

“Indeed, I’m her father,” Holden affirmed, his smile warm and welcoming.

widened in a

regarded Holden with a

internal conflict, Holden asked, “Is something

shook his head,

mother’s caution against gossiping about

father but a mother who’s not quite up to par. If only Adele

pang of envy tugged at

had an

man before him was a paragon of fatherly virtue, embodying everything he envisioned a father

the missed chance of this man

hesitance to explain further, Holden opted not to

nearby, Holden looked at his watch and

and accompanying snacks arrived, sparking an eager gleam

he said, his

Melon, and they went over to the

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