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Chapter 999
Chapter 999
Melon was still around and saw his mother’s action. When the person answered, Melon realized she was calling the man just now back and looked at his mother in surprise.
“Mommy, why are you calling the scoundrel back?”
Flustered, Ariana cleared her throat and said quickly, “Oh, | was just checking on a delivery.”
Gently stroking Melon’s hair, she ventured, “Would you Like to speak to your father, dear? | know you miss him.” Melon’s eyes went wide, disbelief evident on his face. Half-eager, half-doubtful, he exclaimed, “Is he truly my father?” With a warm smile, Ariana pinched his chubby cheek affectionately and set the call to speaker mode.
“Your son would like to talk,” she told the man before she handed the phone in air.
On the other end of the line, the man chuckled in response.
“Why now?
He called me a scoundrel just a moment ago!”
But Melon didn’t explain himself and piped up, “If you’re really my father, why did you call me Max instead of Melon? Mommy said that you chose my nickname yourself. Did you forget already?”
The silence on the other end returned once again. With a gentle tug, Melon held onto Ariana’s hand, doubt etched on his face. “Mommy, what’s the matter? Is the connection breaking again?”
Ariana felt embarrassed, realizing she had forgotten to mention his nickname yesterday. The man on the other side must be unaware that he had a special moniker.
“There seems to be a hiccup in the connection at the border,” Ariana explained with a sheepish smile. Embracing Melon in her arms, she continued softly, “Your father hasn’t actually forgotten the nickname Melon. It’s just been a while, and he could be aiming for a more formal tone in addressing you.”
In an attempt to bridge the awkwardness, Ariana said “hello” to the phone once more.
After a moment, it appeared that the other end had finally caught the signal. The man’s voice returned, echoing Ariana’s story.
“Apologies, the reception was patchy earlier. Is Melon still on the line?”
“I'm here!” Melon’s eyes brightened, a mix of happiness and skepticism in his voice. His delight was palpable, but he still held back from using the word “daddy.”
This sudden appearance of a father figure had thrown him off balance, and the title felt somewhat foreign. Taking the phone confidently, Melon ventured, “Dad, can you tell me when | was born?” Sensing the challenge, the man chuckled and answered Melon’s query.
After that, Melon kept asking again and over, “What's my favorite color? What’s my favorite food?”
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