"Don't you think he looks a lot like you when you were a child? Not just in appearance, but even in character."
The old man touched the little guy's head and then continued to speak.
"Meeting is a kind of fate, so I brought him back. You don't want to get married, which is fine, but you must find yourself an heir ahead of time."
After hearing what the old man said, Amos Smith once again cast his gaze on the little guy beside him. Upon closer look, the little guy's eyes, nose, and mouth indeed resembled him quite a bit.
"I can acknowledge you as my adopted son and will educate and nurture you to adulthood, but I can't guarantee that I will be a competent dad, and besides, you won't have a mom in the future."
Amos pondered for a few seconds and then asked the little guy.
"If you are willing to stay in this home, nod your head; if you're not willing, shake your head."
