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    As Brenna pondered what dishes to prepare, Ellie interjected, “Just any home-cooked food will do. I’m tired of foreign cuisine. I just want to eat something and sleep.”


    Patrick frowned. “Mommy, but I want to go out and y!”


    Ellie gently tapped her son’s cheek. “Let Brenna take you out to y. I need to catch some sleep.”


    She then said to Brenna, “Patrick was so bored on the ne he slept the entire way, but I was up working. I had a client pressing me, so I spent the flight working on a design draft. By the time wended, I sent it off to the studio to start on the samples. I’m exhausted from that. You need to take care of Patrick for me now.”


    Brenna sympathized with Patrick, patting his head. “Poor thing, you must have had a tough time living abroad with your mom. She doesn’t know how to cook, so you probably ate a lot of fast food.”


    Patrick nodded earnestly. “She really can’t cook, but she did take me to nice restaurants when she had time. It’s not so bad.”


    Brenna left instructions with Julia to ensure Ellie was well taken care of, then she and Patrick headed out. Shirie was home to many amusement parks for children, and she nned to take him to one.


    When Brenna returned that evening with Patrick, she found Julia and the others had already gone back to the Harper family home, and Ellie was sound asleep.


    She gave a helpless shrug and said to Patrick, “Looks like you have to go home with me now. Don’t worry. The chef at my ce makes fantastic food.”


    Just as they were about to leave, Brenna’s phone rang—it was Ethan calling.


    Brenna hadpletely forgotten their dinner ns.


    She decided to take Patrick with her to the restaurant. Ethan had been waiting for her at the entrance for over half an hour.


    “Wow, Mommy, is that my dad? He looks so cool!” Patrick eximed as he spotted the tall, casually dressed Ethan, who looked effortlessly stylish—exactly how Patrick had imagined his father. He added, “Mommy, my dad is…”


    Patrick eximed, “So handsome! Did you bring me here to see him?” He released Brenna’s hand and ran over to Ethan.


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    “You look so much like me. Are you my dad?” He hugged Ethan’s leg tightly, looking up at his face. The more he looked, the more he saw the resemnce between Ethan and himself, convinced they looked almost identical.


    Brenna felt a bit resigned, finally understanding the depth of Ellie’s frustrations with her son. Patrick often saw a handsome man and insisted they looked alike, wondering if the man could be his father.


    “He’s not your father,” Brenna said softly, gently patting Patrick’s head and tousling his hair tofort him.


    The smile quickly faded from Patrick’s face. He let go of Ethan’s leg and stepped back beside Brenna, his expression filled with deep sadness. He looked up at Brenna, his eyes glossy with tears about to fall. His mother had promised that when they returned, he would meet his father.


    He had been back in the country for several hours but still hadn’t met his father. “Did Mommy lie to me? Do I really have a father?”


    Brennaforted him softly, “Everyone has a mom and dad, and so do you. Once your mom gets enough rest, she’ll surely take you to see your dad.”


    Patrick gave a reluctant nod, his lips pressed together in silence.


    Ethan watched the little boy with curiosity, wondering who the handsome child belonged to.


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