The son's voice echoed beside the ear.
Damon Hawke's hand froze mid-air, his dark eyes deep.
What is this situation?
What did he do?
The son actually despises him for being stern?
"Ahem, young master, this is your father. He is worried about you, not trying to be stern with you."
Rhun Quinn coughed lightly, quickly comforting the little guy on the bed.
The doctor said the young master had a head injury and temporarily lost his memory!
He doesn't even recognize his own father!
No wonder the little guy without a memory would call his father stern, given his long-term poker-faced expression.
"He is my dad?"
Bea pouted, tears welling up in her big dark eyes, "Uncle Rhun, I want mommy."
Boohoo!
His little head hurts!
He doesn't recognize anyone here!
Where is mommy?
There is a vague image in his little head.
Letting him know that it's his mommy.
A woman very, very important to him.
"This..."
Rhun Quinn choked up, instinctively looking at Damon Hawke.
