Only indifference in response.
He might as well pretend... he doesn't have such a father.
As Koa Jackson's words fell, the faint smile on his lips disappeared, and he withdrew his gaze.
Clearly not wanting to say more.
Old Master Jackson looked at his expression and found it difficult to say anything further, leaning back in his seat and resting his eyes.
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About an hour later, the group returned to the Jackson Residence.
In the hall.
Bailey Gomez held her son, lifted her eyes, and glanced around. Her gaze couldn't hide the envy and joy. She never dreamed that one day she would truly step through the Jackson Family's door.
Her gaze landed on a slightly distant, ancient and elegant high table, difficult to look away from.
