It was at that precise moment that Melon got it all.
He sprung up in ecstatic elation, rushing into Holdenâs embrace and encircling his arms around his fatherâs neck.
With an affectionate tone, he exclaimed, âDaddy, Iâve missed you so terribly!â
Having poured out his sentiments, he planted a joyful ki*s on Holdenâs cheek and commenced an animated conversation, regaling him with tales of everything under the sun.
Meanwhile, Devin, who had accompanied them, couldnât be more thrown off.
Both he and Holden had donned leather jackets, but the divergence lay in the fact that Holden had deliberately disguised himself.
His wig replicated the hairstyle Theodore had sported five years prior, nearly identical.
Though he didnât appear dramatically distinct from his usual self now, the semblance was convincing enough to deceive a child.
However, Devin hadnât foreseen the existence of Holdenâs illegitimate child in the summer camp!
Initially, he believed Holden had come to evaluate potential investments, but he never imagined that a child who bore an uncanny likeness to Holden would be their intention for coming.
The manner in which their eyes and features mirrored each other was astonishing.
Even the faint dimples on the childâs cheek reminded those of Holdenâs own from his youth, albeit less pronounced now that he was an adult and only visible when he chuckled.
And to further intensify the intrigue, there was Adele, who also had those same dimples!
The revelation that they all possessed such striking resemblances left Devin thoroughly astounded.
Melon turned around and found Devin, his face flushed like a summer sunset, bursting with excitement.
Curiosity washed over him, compelling him to ask, âWho might this be?â
âHeâs my right-hand man,â Holden responded, playfully tousling Melonâs hair with a warm grin.
Seeing this interaction, Devin, brimming with joy, walked up to Melon.
âWell, hello there!â
His tone radiated excitement and joy while conversing with the young lad.
The chubby boy, driven by insatiable curiosity, followed suit.
Seeing the adults in the lecture hall, his eyes widened like saucers, and he exclaimed in sheer amazement, âAnderson, youâve got yourself a dad, huh?â
Devin was momentarily caught off guard by the mention of the Anderson surname.
During the earlier broadcast, he had been uncertain, but now it was as clear as day that the child bore the surname Anderson.
He couldnât help but find it rather coincidental, though he entertained the notion that the child could use his motherâs surname.
Melon, clinging to Holdenâs neck with a proud expression, replied, âIndeed, my dad is the most handsome, and heâs nothing short of awesome!â
Holden noticed both kids were fighting, so he turned to Melon and asked, âTell me, what happened here?â
That marked the first time Melon had his old man as his wingman.
His voice quivered as he recounted, âHe said that my dad was dead, that I was fatherless, so I duked it out with him!â
Melon explained while in Holdenâs embrace, growing increasingly vexed with each utterance.
Holdenâs countenance turned graver with each word he said.
The chubby kid, sensing the gravity of the situation and daunted by Holdenâs stern demeanor, took a step back and offered a timid defense, saying, âI peeped in the counselorâs records, and it said Max only had a mom.
â
The counselor quickly interjected, âPerhaps there was a glitch during registration.
My apologies for any mix-up.
â
The head counselor stepped in, remarking, âBoth of you already hashed out your differences earlier, didnât you?â
Melon pursed his lips, feeling more emboldened now that he had backup.
âBut I canât just swallow his apology.
He slandered my dad, cursed him, and said heâs dead!â
In the presence of Holden, the chubby boy found himself caught between a rock and a hard place, his face turning as red as a beet.
At this juncture, Holden held Melon and conversed rationally with
the boys.
It didnât take long for Melon to feel reassured by his fatherâs presence.
Melon glanced at the boy and quipped, âWell, in that case, youâll have to help me give snacks to all and sing my dadâs praises.
Do that, and Iâll let bygones be bygones.
â
Holden couldnât help but smile at Melonâs request and affectionately ruffled his hair.
Realizing the error of his ways, the boy hastily concurred, âAlright.
â
With that done, he followed the counselor outside to distribute the snacks.
It was only after he had genuinely sung praises about Maxâs dad being as dapper as a daisy to every single one of their fellow campers that Melon finally forgave him.
With that, the incident was finally put to rest.
Holden and Devin had stayed quite a while at the summer camp, keeping Melon company.
Only when they saw Melon merrily frolicking with the other youngsters could they finally heave a sigh of relief.
Time whizzed, and Holden checked his watch, realizing the hour had grown late.
He and Devin had to hit the road.
Before taking their leave, Holden requested that Devin exit first and then leaned down to talk with Melon in hushed tones.
âRemember, weâve got to keep todayâs meeting with Daddy on the hush-hush from Mommy, alright?â
Clutching his snacks, Melon looked up at him with a perplexed expression, batting his eyelashes.
âWhy? Doesnât Daddy want to see Mommy? Donât you long for Mommy?â