"Alright, I'll be right over."

Hanging up the phone, Gilbert immediately rushed to Pinecrest Villa.

This wasn't his first visit because this was where Sawyer lived.

Pressing the doorbell, it was Sawyer who answered.

"Mr. Gilbert," Sawyer stepped aside, saying, "please, come in."

"Thanks." Gilbert nodded, stepping inside.

"You're here."

Inside, Francis was sitting on the couch, waiting for him.

"Big bro," Gilbert flashed a smile, looking around, "What's up? You're being all mysterious."

Francis' expression was serious as he stretched his arms and stood up from the couch. Gilbert quickly picked up a cane lying nearby and handed it to him. "Big bro, here." "Thanks." Francis took it, casting a glance at his brother, "Follow me upstairs."

"Oh, okay."

Gilbert felt a chill, sensing something wasn't quite right.

He followed his brother upstairs.

Francis led the way, silent, stopping in front of a door.

Gilbert was

nodded. "I want

breath, he reached for the doorknob and gently turned it... the

Gilbert looked inside.

a bit messy, but it looked like someone had tried to tidy up by arranging items neatly around the edges. There was a carpet

about three years old, was sitting cross-legged, completely absorbed in playing with LEGO

stunned, looking

could speak, Francis carefully closed the door, not wanting to startle the

holding his breath,

many questions, yet

was this child?

his brother's grave and cautious demeanor, could it be, was this child

his brother

as you're

composure. How could this

He remembered.

up, his brother had been having Sawyer look for someone. It seemed now, it was this child? Perhaps, and the

can't deny a woman's intuition.

Francis of having an affair, even though she

and asked, "What are you

he rephrased his

should ask, how do you plan to

firmly, "Big bro,

frowned, his distinguished

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