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    After leaving the ckwell Group, Hackett headed straight home, driving much faster than usual. He


    really wanted to see how much the child his father mentioned resembled him.


    The usual 40–minute journey waspleted in about 20 minutes. He casually parked the car in front of


    the yard, the vehicle askew, and quickly got out.


    With a click, he opened the door and saw Sherri’s mother chatting warmly with his own mother on the


    couch. His mother no longer showed any signs of sadness.


    Joy was puzzled. Wasn’t her son supposed to be at thepany? She asked, “Weren’t you at the


    Hackett did not answer. His gaze was fixed on the little girl ying by the side of the couch. The girl


    was wearing a princess dress, with two braids tied up and a pink butterfly hair clip on her head.


    Hackett’s gaze was fixed on her face, but he could not see any resemnce to himself. How could


    anyone see any resemnce? Besides, he did not even know what he looked like as a child.


    He thought to himself that perhaps his father was making a big fuss over nothing. But since his own


    father insisted on a paternity test, he had to do it. He would show the results to his parentster to


    prove that they were wasting their time trying to find an illegitimate child for him day after day.


    Joy noticed her son’s gaze and followed his line of sight. She realized he was looking at Ruby and


    exined with a smile. “Don’t you think this little girl is cute? If you think she is, then put in some effort.


    Don’t let me wait for long”


    Hackett snapped back to reality and walked briskly towards the couch. He politely greeted Juana.


    “Hello, Mrs. Landor. Who is this child?”


    As soon as Juana saw Hackett, she liked him. He was handsome, perfectly in line with her expectation


    of a son–inw. She smiled warmly and said, “This child is Sherri’s goddaughter. She is the child of


    her best friend. I am taking care of her for a while.”


    Hackett was searching for an answer in his mind. Best friend? But he was not sure about Sherri’s


    social circle. Besides Mrs. Wilson, did she have any other best friends?


    Nevertheless, he politely replied, “Mrs. Landor, you are really warm–hearted. There aren’t many people


    as kind as you nowadays.”


    Juana was delighted to be praised, and she could not help but be talkative. “Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just


    free and have nothing to do. It’s good to be able to help young people. Besides, this child is truly


    adorable. Ruby, this is Uncle Hackett.”


    Since Hackett entered, Ruby had been cautiously stealing nces. But even after she turned her


    nce at Juana for a while, she still did not call out as she was told. She lowered her head and quietly


    continued ying with her toys.


    Juana felt a little awkward. This child was usually very good at greeting people. What was wrong with


    her today? She did not greet Hackett at all..


    Joy smiled to ease the situation. “Look, even the child can’t stand your appearance. When your father


    left just now, Ruby even called him Grandpa on her own. But she won’t call you. Reflect on yourself


    and figure out the reason.”


    Hackett’s mind was buzzing. So it was because the little girl called his father “Grandpa” that he was


    forced to rush back for a paternity test. What was his father thinking? Just because a little girl called


    him “Grandpa, she could be his granddaughter? It seemed like his father was going crazy over


    wanting a granddaughter.


    However, he maintained his enthusiastic demeanor and seemed not to mind his mother teasing. “Oh,


    don’t worry. There’s no rush. You’ll definitely have a granddaughter. Right, Mrs. Landor?”


    Juana thought Hackett was continuing to talk about something rted to Sherri, so she replied, “That’s


    right. We don’t need to worry about the children’s matters. They definitely have their own ns.”


    Hackett did not reveal the true purpose behind his words, and everyone was immersed in their own


    thoughts.


    After observing the little girl for a while, Hackett genuinely felt that she was really cute. But he was not


    sure if she resembled him or not. Maybe he should take her back to his room andpare her with


    the photos in his album. He thought that would be a good method. “Can Uncle Hackett y with you,


    youngdy?”


    Ruby hesitated for a moment and then nodded slightly to indicate agreement.


    Hackett had his own ulterior motive to avoid his mother and Juana. He said. “Mrs. Landor, it’s been a


    long time since youst met. I’ll take the little one to my room to y. You can chat freely.”


    Joy looked at her son with a suspicious expression. What was he doing? Did he run back from the


    Hackett calmly replied, “Well, Dad said he can’t be away from thepany for even a minute. The


    office is more suitable for him. He told me not to go today.”


    Seeing Joy’s improved mood, Juana chimed in. “Stop worrying about Hackett all the time. He’s


    already grown up.”


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    She did not realize that she was also constantly arguing with Sherri at home.


    Joy did not criticize her son any further, but just reminded him. “Be careful and make sure Ruby doesn’t


    bump into anything”


    “I know” said Hackett and then led Ruby upstairs. But halfway through, Joy started scolding. “Hackett,


    can’t you use your brain? You let Ruby walk on such a high staircase by herself. Don’t you have arms


    to carry her?”


    Juana turned her attention to the stairs and indeed saw Ruby struggling to climb them with her short


    legs. Men really were not suited for taking care of children. They could give you a heart attack.


    Hackett paused, not realizing anything was wrong. After all, she was a big kid. Shouldn’t she be able to


    walk by herself? It would help her grow taller if she took more steps. But due to the scrutiny of the two


    professionals, he slowly crouched down and clumsily lifted Ruby into his arms


    His movements were a bit awkward. He extended his right hand, then his left, not sure which hand to


    use to carry her first.


    Joy sighed at her son’s confusion and patiently instructed. “One hand goes on top, and the other hand


    goes below. You don’t have to hold her too tightly.


    Following his mother’s lead, Hackett lifted Ruby into his arms.


    Watching the figure of the two of them entering the room, Joy grumbled. “He’s already so grown up, but


    he still doesn’t have the demeanor of an adult. Sherri is going to be driven crazy.


    Juanaughed happily. “Sherri is the same. It’s just that she learned a bit from her good friend these


    past few years, so she knows more”


    Hackett ced Ruby on his bed. “Wait for me, youngdy. I will bring something over to y with you.”


    Hackett opened the drawer and took out his photo album. He flipped to the photos of a simr age as


    Ruby and nced at them. Then be carefully looked at Ruby. Shit. It seemed that she resembled him a


    bit.


    His heart started racing, and his hands trembled as he closed the album and put it away.


    Turning around, he said to Ruby, “Youngdy, let’s y a game called Ask and Answer.”


    Ruby did not understand what game Hackett wanted to y. With her watery eyes, she blinked and


    nodded.


    Hackett did not care if the understood or not. He assumed she did. “Alright, here’s the question. If you


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    answer correctly, I will give you something tasty as treats”


    Ruby continued to nod, appearing to understand but not fullyprehend.


    Hackett felt a bit nervous. He could not believe that an around one–year–old child was making him


    nervous. “Who is your mommy?” He asked, using his gentlest tone to coax an answer out of her.


    As Hackett waited for her response, he felt anxious. Ruby’s eyes shifted, and in a sweet, childish


    voice, she said, “Natalie.” Instead of feeling relieved upon receiving the answer, Hackett inexplicably


    felt a sense of disappointment.


    He felt that he must have gone crazy.


    But then he thought about it. Natalie, wasn’t she Mrs. Wilson? However, this child did not resemble


    her at all. Instead, she looked a lot like him when he was young


    But a child would not mistake her own mother, it was someone she had been calling since she was


    little. This brought some certainty to his heart, and it seemed that the child truly was not his.


    In the next moment, with a particrly positive attitude, Hackett started to scheme. If the child turned


    out to be Natalie’s daughter, it would be interesting Mr. Wilson was still pursuing his wife, so he wanted


    to confirm a bit more. “Is your mommy Natalie Foster?”


    Ruby nodded, following the rules of the game.


    With the confirmed answer, Hackett was now certain that the child was Natalie’s. He was sure that his


    father was making a fuss over nothing. But this child was indeed well–behaved and likable. With a firm


    grasp, he lifted Ruby onto hisp and casually pulled a few strands of her hair.


    “Uncle Hackett saw something dirty in your hair. Let me remove it. Sit on the bed and y for a while.


    I’ll bring you something to eat.”


    He put the hair in a bag while taking out his favorite potato chips to give to the little one.


    “Do you like them? These chips are really good. They’re my favorite. I’m sharing them with you, so


    we’re good friends now.” He ruffled the little one’s hair again.


    Polite and well–mannered, Ruby climbed down from the bed, holding the chips, and prepared to go


    downstairs. “Thank you


    “Look at you. So you have not been speaking to me because I did not give you something to eat. Are


    you going downstairs?”


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    “Yes” Ruby remembered that her mommy had said not to eat in the room, especially on the bed, as it


    would attract bugu However, hernguage skills were limited, and she did not know how to express


    herself properly. All she could say was that she was going downstairs.


    Harkett found this little girl increasingly adorable. No matter how he looked at her he could not help but


    like her. Mrs. Wilson had indeed taught her well. She did not seem like Sherri’s child at all. Cnid ta


    woman have raised such a thoughtful child?


    No, definitely not. But there was no way around it. The paternity test still had to be done to avoid being


    lectured by his


    father.