Chapter 844

Luther felt his thoughts were a bit disorganized.

He tried to sort them out in his head.

The young boy in front of him looked beautiful, and had nice almond

eyes and straight eyebrows.

The delicate, upright nose, pink lips and his beautiful features looked as

if God had crafted them himself.

When he grew up, he would absolutely be a charmer.

He looked cute in his blue casual hoodie.

If it was just a coincident that they met at the airport.

At the dinner, it was Kane who took the little boy with him.

Then, at this moment, it really did not make sense for the little boy to

appear in Blue Ocean.

So, if the little boy in front of him, from the beginning, was actually with

Joyce instead of Kane... Could it be possible?

He looked about three years old.

Luther took a deep breath, and suddenly he felt a chill passing through

his body, and his heart began to thump.

The last time he dealt with this little boy, the little boy would not reveal

anything about him easily.

So, today, he would ask in a different way.

“Young one, you came to take a look at the apartment with your

mother?"

Anderson was standing in the doorway playing a game when he looked

up at Luther.

He remembers this uncle, who gave him an Al pencil last time, and it

was fun.

Still playing the game in his hands, he glanced at Luther and didn't

answer the question directly.

Instead, he asked rhetorically, "What about you, and why are you

here?"

Luther's breath almost paused. He felt as if he was struck by lightning,

and he could not move at all.

Although the young boy in front of him did not answer his question

positively, he did not say no.

So the little boy was with his mother.

At this point in time, on this floor, who else but Joyce could be here?

She had a child! This knowledge was too much for him to digest.

If she was really Joyce, then Joyce had a child.

Joyce fell off a cliff and into the sea, carrying a child in her womb at the

time.

Could she fall from such a cliff and still keep her child?

But this boy should be around three years old....

If she really kept the child, he would be about three years old...

His brain almost stopped working.

He could no longer think.

Joyce was carrying his child, although she never admitted it.

But he knew for sure now that he had recovered his memories.

So, if he was right...

Wasn't it true that the little boy in front of him, was his son?

When he was thinking about it, he was a little too excited to believe it

was true.

He told himself that he must be calm.

Be calm.

"l live here."

Luther answered his question and took a glance at the game he was

playing. It showed his name was “Anderson”.

“Your name is Anderson?" asked Luther, pointing to the game he was

playing in his hand.

Just now he was watching the little boy play the game, his fingers were

so flexible, and his moves were smooth. He looked just like an adult

when he was playing the game.

He knew it was called Fortnite.

"Hmm."

The little boy didn't look up and answered.

Suddenly, the little boy shouted, "Oy, four kills now! Great!"

Luther glanced at it, and sure enough, it was awesome.

Was this game so easy? Could even a three-year-old play it so well?