Just as Grace Thompson and Hank Thompson were about to fall asleep, Cyrus Thompson, staring intently at the screen, suddenly announced, "I found it."
Startled awake, Hank Thompson tumbles towards his brother, wiping drool from the corner of his mouth, straining his eyes, and asks, "What’s up?" Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel⁂fire.net
With a hint of maturity, Cyrus says, "Mom participated in a jewelry competition in Druarus, and later joined the Riley Group. I just saw the signing ceremony, and now I’m looking for photos of the president of Riley Group."
As his words settle, the numbers on the tablet fall to zero, and a clear photo pops up.
After seeing it clearly, Cyrus pauses abruptly, his pupils dilating in disbelief.
He moves closer to the screen, suspecting that he might have misinterpreted something.
He rubs his eyes and looks at the screen once again.
Chad Thompson and Jack Thompson exchange a glance, noticing his change, somewhat nervously ask, "What happened?"
Cyrus Thompson is still in shock and simply mutters, "You guys need to see this."
Hank Thompson, already seated closely, leans over to have a look upon hearing his elder brother.
He sees his brother’s trembling hand move away from the tablet, unveiling an enlarged photo on the screen.
The photo isn’t clear, it looks as if it was taken secretly from a few meters away, barely showing a chiseled and chilly side profile.
Hank squints, his pupils suddenly shrink.
After a few seconds, he lifts his head in surprise, glancing at his elder brother’s delicate facial features before returning his gaze to the photo on the screen.
He gasps, sinking back onto the bed, still unable to process what he has just seen.
"Big brother, how does this guy look exactly like you?"
Meanwhile, Chad Thompson glances at the screen, due to his height, he just had to lift his eyes slightly to see the contents.
The little hand on his knee thoughtfully circles around his knee, he glances at Hank and corrects him.
"It’s not that this man looks like big brother. It’s big brother who resembles this man."
Grace immediately reaches out to snatch the tablet from Cyrus’s hands, placing it onto the bed.
The rest of the kids all question the man on the screen almost simultaneously.
Hank’s usually less clever brain is spinning rapidly, he scratches his head and asks, "Bro, are you suggesting that the man in the photo is our father?"
"That’s a possibility."
Jack, propped up on one elbow, rubs sleep from his eyes, "But you saw it too, it’s not very clear, but they are indeed identical."
Grace lifts her chubby cheeks and continues, "Big brother said that this man is the president of Riley Group, which is the company mommy works for."
Her sparkling big eyes shimmer and twinkle like a clear spring.
"So, there must be a profound connection between mommy and him."
Saying this, Grace nods for emphasis, affirming her assumption.
Hank, with growing excitement, engages in a discussion with Grace as if he’s found a kindred spirit, "I think so too, Grace, I bet that this man is our father."
Having said this, the other children nod in agreement.
Cyrus Thompson remains silent, picks up the tablet again, his forehead creased lightly.
The next second, he exits the page, pulling up a string of complex codes.