Sunlight danced across the gold-trimmed furniture of the luxurious suite, catching in the
golden strands of Serafina’s hair as Beckham patiently combed them. “Come on, I want
Pigtails, Grandpa!” Her voice was as bright as the diamonds on her tiny fingers, “Pigtails
are so cute! Mommy and Daddy will love them!” But before Beckham could agree, a small
voice cut in, a hint of disapproval lacing in its childish tone. “Not yet, Sera,” Soren said, his
brow furrowed. “He’s not our Daddy… yet. Calling him that now might make him a bit too
full of himself.” Serafina’s face fell, her bottom lip trembling. “But he is! Grandpa said so,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇthe even guaranteed!” Beckham smiled, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Exactly
what I was thinking.” Serafine spun towards Soren, her eyes, like dark jewels, locking on
his. “Look in the mirror, mister! You’re practically Daddy’s twin! If he’s not our Daddy, then
who is?” Soren flushed, avoiding her gaze. “I didn’t say he isn’t,” he mumbled, “just…
maybe let’s hold off on the official announcement, okay?” Serafina’s voice softened her
tone to barely a whisper. “Whether early or late, he’s still our Daddy, right?” She spun
around, eyes sparkling. “Grandpa! Why’re you
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brushing my hair? Sera never knew that Grandpa could do a girl’s hair!” Beckham sighed
softly, gazing at the girl’s reflection in the mirror. A pang of nostalgia tugged at him. Back
then, when Cherise was this young, she was still a mountain girl, running barefoot through
the fields. And he, as her father, had given Gwenn every ounce of his love. Back then, he
was in the dark that Gwenn wasn’t his biological daughter; he only knew that after Charisa
disappeared, Gwenn was the last connection between him and Charisa in this world, an
existence he couldn’t give up or lose. Back then, Beckham didn’t know Gwenn wasn’t his
biological daughter. She was like a lifeline after his wife disappeared, the last piece of her
he had left. He poured all his love into Gwenn, raising her into someone independent and
fearless. Perhaps this love blinded him. He was so obsessed with his bong with Gwenn that
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he convinced himself blood didn’t matter, that their bond, stronger than family, would
always be enough. Beckham didn’t realize, in cherishing Gwenn, that he’d unintentionally
neglected his real daughter. And now, as he gently brushed Sera’s hair, remembering his
first mistake, he vowed to make things right. “Because, sweetheart, I never brushed your
mom’s hair when she was little.” The old man said. (Image) After saying that, she looked
at Soren, wanting his agreement. “Ren, am I right?” (Image) Sera stuck out her tongue.
“Humph, Silly! Because long hair is pretty, but combing it can be a pain!” New chąpter
avąilable oո Drамanоvels.coм (Image) The little one clapped for herself. “I am so smart!”
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