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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,

he 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

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

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