Chapter 80

When Elijah was wearing a mask, his eyes were almost identical to this boy’s. Only Elijah’s brow was frequently furrowed, a clear sign that not even the most shocking events could easily stir his expression.

“Wowza, cake man! It looks super scrumptious!” Evan exclaimed as he dashed towards Tarquin, disregarding the setting entirely and grabbing a fistful of cake to stuff into his mouth.

The cake was genuinely delicious, and he was drooling with desire.

Tarquin quickly grabbed his wrist, “No can do, buddy. You can’t eat that.”

Evan tried to power through and eat it anyway, but he was no match for Tarquin’s strength. Staring at the tantalizing cake just out of reach, the little guy was far from pleased, “Meanie!”

He huffed indignantly and returned to his kiddie stool.

Tarquin’s brow creased with annoyance, but he didn’t hold a grudge against Evan, instead opting to clean off the cake smears from his body at the sink.

Just as he finished washing his face, Evan turned to him with a pitiful look.

“Sir.”

Tarquin turned around with a silent question.

“I… I gotta pee, like, really bad,” said Evan.

“Well, go ahead.”

“But I… I can’t unzip my pants. Can you help me out, please?”

Before Tarquin could react, Evan started his performance.

“Oh no, I can’t hold it anymore. I’m gonna pee my pants, wah wah wah, Sir, please help me!”

Tarquin’s frown deepened. He wasn’t one for small talk, especially with strangers, and that included kids. But he saw a shadow of Elijah in the little guy, and paternal instincts took over, so he didn’t refuse this time.

He walked over, squatted down, and began to help Evan with his zipper.

Just as the zipper came undone, suddenly, a warm stream sprayed out…

Freshly baked boy pee, splashing onto Tarquin’s face, clothes, hands, and shoes…

Tarquin was utterly flabbergasted.

09:46 A sly smirk flickered in Evan’s eyes, and he triumphed inside, “That’s for picking on my mom; take that!”

He was internally gloating, though his face showed sheer panic. “I’m so sorry, Sir. I… I couldn’t hold it.

You’re not gonna hit me, are you?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Evan noticed someone entering and burst into tears. “It wasn’t on purpose, Sir. I swear I didn’t mean to pee on you. Let me wipe it off; I’ll clean it up…”

He made a move towards the trash can to pick up used tissues.

Tarquin’s eyes widened in horror, and he shot up, taking several steps back.

“You…”

“You don’t need me to wipe it off?”

“No, I don’t!”

“Well… okay then, you clean up. I’m gonna head out. Oh, and don’t forget to rinse your mouth. I think I saw some pee fly into it.”

Tarquin was speechless.

Lowell walked in with fresh clothes, accompanied by Keaton and Upton. Their eyes. widened in shock at the sight before them.

Before they could utter a word, Evan pleaded with them in his most pitiful tone. “I didn’t mean to make him drink my pee, and I didn’t mean to pee on his face. I’m a good kid, raised in a good home.”

The group was at a loss for words.

After his spiel, Evan left the restroom, immediately switching expressions once he was out of sight.

Humming a little tune, he bounced back to their private room in the best of spirits.

Elysia and Blossom were surprised to see him return.

“Evan, when did you go out?”

“Just now, I wanted to find Mommy, but the lady outside told me she was already back, so I didn’t go far.”

Elysia wasn’t overly concerned about Evan running off, but the thought of him bumping into that bastard made her heart leap to her throat. If that man found out about the children’s existence, what then?