Before, Jason only thought that Isaac’s personality was a bit like his, but now Jason felt like even


    Isaac’s features resembled his own. Although, overall, Isaac still looked like


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    Estre.


    After wrapping up a conversation with Jason, Estre turned her attention to Isaac, who needed some


    comforting. “Sweetie, Mommy already had a word with Uncle Jason. He won’t do that again. I’m all


    yours, and no one is going to take me away.”


    Isaac’s mood seemed to brighten at her words, and he stuttered out, “I don’t need Daddy anymore.” If


    Daddy was here topete for Mommy’s affection, then as far as he was concerned, he could do


    without a daddy from now on.


    At Estre’s side, Jason’s expression darkened, Pinching Isaac’s chin gently, he asked, “If I can’t be


    your daddy, then what should I be?”


    Since Jason kissed Estrest night, Isaac had stopped calling him ‘Daddy’. Now Isaac did not seem


    to be interested in the presence of Jason at all.


    Upon hearing Jason’s question, Isaac turned his head and stared at Estre with expressive eyes and


    lively expressions.


    Jason turned to Estre and said, “Trante for me.”


    Estre held Isaac close and said nonchntly, “My son says that the whole being-your-dad ship has


    sailed. But he’s open to the idea of brotherhood.”


    As soon as the words left Estre’s lips, Jason reached out and held her chin, “Estre, do you really


    get a kick out of these little victories?”


    The moment Jason’s fingers grazed her skin, Isaac’s eyes widened in rm, and he instinctively


    pushed Jason away. Frustrated yet amused by Isaac’s protective stance, Jason withdrew his hand and


    eximed, “Damn it, can’t I even touch my own wife?”


    Isaac wrapped his tiny arms around Estre’s neck, puffing up like a little peacock to dere his


    territory, signaling that his mother belonged to him.


    Jason scooped Isaac into his arms, “Quit clinging to your mom. Let her freshen up. She’s got work, and


    we need to get you two home.”


    Once he had Isaac in his arms, the little boy didn’t resist. He just pinched Jason’s mouth shut to


    prevent any further kisses.


    Holding Isaac with one arm, Jason looked at Estre and said, “I’ll keep an eye on Isaac. You go get


    ready.”


    Since Jason was quite skilled with kids, Estre went about my morning routine.


    What she didn’t know was that three years earlier, when Marie had been so certain about


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    her pregnancy, Jason had studied up on all kinds of childcare material. Now, his preparations were


    paying off.


    In no time, when Estre came out of the bathroom, she saw Jason patiently feeding Isaac breakfast.


    Not only did he put on a bib for Isaac, but he also held a wet tissue in his right hand, ready to wipe


    Isaac’s mouth at any moment.


    Leaning against the doorway, Estre watched them. Jason’s knack for parenting surprised her,


    especially since he was so caring toward Isaac, even knowing Isaac wasn’t


    his.


    Isaac was a perceptive child. He could tell who genuinely cared for him, and he reciprocated that


    affection. If it wasn’t real, he wouldn’t let you near him, let alone feed him. So far, aside from Bryce and


    Jesse, Jason was the only other person Isaac was willing to warm up to.


    Despite the previous night’s argument, Isaac seemed willing to forgive Jason.


    “Mama.” It was only when Isaac called out to Estre that Jason realized she was there. He turned and


    said, “The housekeeper brought breakfast. There’s your favorite soup. We’ll head home after you eat.”


    Jason served the hot soup into a bowl before continuing to feed Isaac.


    Estre took her time walking over to the dining table. Sitting down, she addressed Jason, “Jason,


    Isaac isn’t your son. Don’t hold on to false hopes, or you’ll end up disappointed.”


    Jason chuckled, “Estre, you think I’m looking after him because I suspect he’s my son?” He added,


    “It doesn’t matter whose child he is. He’s yours, and that’s all that matters.”


    After finishing his words, Jason went back to feeding Isaac soup, which Isaac enjoyed, even giving


    Jason a thumbs up in approval as Jason wiped his mouth.


    When breakfast was over and Jason was changing, Estre told him, “I can take Isaac back myself.”


    “I’m heading to the office anyway. It’s on the way,” he replied.


    Soon they were all in the car, where Estre noticed Jason had installed a child safety seat in the back,


    and there were toys scattered around. Jason’s attention to detail didn’t go unnoticed by Estre.


    Isaac yed contentedly, having forgotten the earlier squabbles with Jason, although Isaac no longer


    called him ‘Daddy’.


    When ytime exhausted him, Isaac fell asleep clutching a toy. Estre draped a light nket over


    him, and Jason nced at them through the rearview mirror. “Isaac seems a bit shy. He doesn’t talk


    much except to people he likes.”


    Yesterday, while ying in the hospital room, he wouldn’t give anyone but Jason the time of day,


    ignoring doctors and nurses, sticking close to Jason’s side.


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    Estre exined, “He had a rough time in my womb and wasn’t easy to care for after he was born. He


    spent a long time in an incubator only improving in thest few months. He’s still


    bit introverted, so I’ve discussed with my mom about sending him to early education to socialize with


    kids his age.”


    Jason’s heart clenched hearing about Isaac’s tough start. Gripping the steering wheel tightly, he said,


    “You kept things pretty tight-lipped.”


    When Estre left, Jason had tried to find her numerous times, but she refused to see him, and he


    couldn’t even dig up any information about her life until recently, after much effort. Jason let the silence


    linger for a moment before pressing on. “What about Isaac’s grandparents? You haven’t filled them in


    either, have you?”