Chapter 75

Winter's POV“Daddy!” Randle exclaims after correctly pronouncing his father's name. We emulated what he did because he applauded.

We're in the kitchen now, and the two of them are sitting at the table, waiting for me to prepare. Randall and everything went fine after what transpired between the two of us. This formerly dead dwelling has resounded. I haven't been able to speak with Turstin or the investigator, he claims since I've been preoccupied at home. Randall isn't leaving, so I'm simply waiting for him to show up to his appointments before I go.

“Aren't you still going to your office today? Your father may be angry.” I transfer the pancake I cooked to the plate and sprinkle it with powdered sugar. I put it in front of Randle first and then Randall. I smiled looking at them because they were excited to eat that.

Randall shook his head at me, frowning. I was filled with laughter as Randle mimicked his reaction. Who wouldn't think that they are father and son? Bu