The father and son stared at each other. "Dad, how did you know we were here?"

Colin twitched his lips and said nonchalantly, "You're simply predictable." He had a tracker installed on the watch on his son's wrist.

... Amborse snorted, "Don't bother me and Sophia next time."

With a thoughtful look, Colin tapped the table several times with his forefinger. "Actually, you can take her home tonight."

"What? Really?" Ambrose's eyes shined with glee.

"Of course! Let me tell you how..."

...

After supper, Sophia took Ambrose for a walk to digest the food they ate.

At about 9 o'clock, Sophia said to Ambrose, "Brody, it's time to go to bed. Tomorrow's a school day, remember? Come on, go back home with your dad."

Ambrose's face suddenly changed. He put his hands over his stomach and stumbled into Sophia's arms. "Sophia, I seem to... have a stomachache."

"What? What happened? Let me have a look." Sophia crouched down, worriedly looking at the miserable-looking boy.

Shaking his head, Ambrose kept worming in Sophia's arms. "Sophia, I'm not feeling very well. Can you take me home? Can you sing me a lullaby when I go to bed?"

Sophia felt her heart hammering at the boy's faint voice. She looked up at the silent man standing nearby. "Your son's ill. Let's take him to the hospital!"

She didn't understand why Colin seemed so calm at the sight of his son like this. Are all fathers this heartless?

Before Colin could reply, Ambrose clung to her clothes. "Sophia, I don't want to go to hospital. Can you just hold me?"

Ambrose looked so expectant, Sophia didn't have the heart to refuse. "Okay." She lifted him up in her arms. "Brody, does it hurt a lot? I think you need to go to he hospital."

"I don't want to got to hospital. Can you just take me home?" Ambrose pleaded. He put his arms around Sophia's neck and leaned his head on her shoulder.

Sophia shot Colin a hesitant look. "I... Can I take him home?"

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