Nanny For Young Master's
Genius 35 - He's my father?

"Are you sure you're like that?"

"of course. If aunty lies, then aunty is ready to be punished by the young master."

"No need! I-I believe in aunty.." Carver shook his head strongly. He doesn't want to punish Mecca.

"Then, happy birthday young master. May this be the best birthday for you." Mecca smiled wryly at him.

"Thank you, Aunt Mecca." Carver gave her a small hug.

Mecca hugged her back. Although only working as a nanny, but the woman really already considers Carver as her own son.

"Young master, Master Duke has already come!" A maid spoke suddenly. Mecca immediately broke her embrace with Carver.

"Alright, enjoy your birthday present, young master." Mecca restyled a bit of the clothes that Carver was wearing.

"Hm." Carver nodded his head.

Mecca got out of place and let Carver sit there by himself.

Carver was silent without a word. His eyes were fixed towards the exit where his father—Karl was about to arrive..

I was ready, he thought.

Carver could feel his heart pounding violently. It feels like someone is waiting for a lottery draw to determine whether or not they will get the grand prize.

Taps! Taps!

Faintly Carver could hear the sound of footsteps from within. Not long after, he sees Gray coming out followed by Karl behind him.

The tep!

Gray stopped, along with Karl yah now appeared his figure in full right in front of Carver and the others.

Carver looked up as soon as he saw Karl. He looked at her barely blinking, watching from top to bottom the male performer who was his father.

Brownish hair that turns reddish when reflected off light, clean white skin that looks so soft, a tall sturdy body, a clear jawline, and beautiful green irises.

That guy really looks so handsome.

W-is he really my dad? Carver looked at him. He couldn't believe what he saw.

Mecca just smiled as he nodded slowly. Give me the answer, "yes." Over question.

Carver looked back at his father. He was completely fascinated by the good looks and charisma the man had.

"Good day everyone," the baritone voice he heard left Carver speechless.

Finally, he could hear and clearly see the figure of his father.

"Siang, big master," said all the maids who were there while bowing to pay respect to him.

Karl walked up to the table, pulled up the chair and sat right beside Carver who was still staring at him with a sparkling face.

Karl looked back at her with an intense gaze.

So... This tiny little boy who looks so fragile is my son?

He looks so handsome like me.

Her eyes are really like Lynn's…

Karl was in an intense encounter with Carver.

Carver who noticed that then immediately turned his face the other way. Avoiding Karl's gaze embarrassed him.

We looked.

Dad just saw me!

Turns out. aunt was right. Dad is very handsome.

And hair…

Carver held his head with a face gaze looking down and a face flushed with embarrassment.

My hair is very similar to my hair…

Carver smiled knot. I don't know why, but he's very happy with it.

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