The good weather suddenly changed, and it started to rain.

Then the rain started to pour.

Large raindrops pelted down on windows, followed by rumbling thunder.

Betty was so terrified that her fleshy face turned ghastly pale.

Kira held them both in her arms and comforted them in a gentle voice, "Fear not, fear not."

She looked out of the door worriedly.

The police claimed that they would come soon, but she couldn't rest her mind at ease if they were taken away in such weather.

While she was on tenterhooks, the doorbell suddenly rang.

She put down the bolder Henry, got up with Betty in her arms, and walked to the door.

Thinking that it should be the police, she directly opened the door. As soon as she raised her head, she saw a tall man.

A black suit on his body set off his upright figure.

His features were delicately sculpted by God. His slanted brows were bushy, his eyes were deep, the bridge of his nose was tall, and his thin lips were pursed.

He looked very dashing and awe-inspiring.

Holding Betty, Kira instinctively took a step back.

Betty, however, cried out crisply, "Daddy!"

Kira's eyes were filled with shock, and then anger spewed up in her.

She glared at him and questioned, "Are you the father of the two children?"

Clyde stiffened at her angry look and somehow knew not how to answer.

In the past 30 years of his life, no one had dared to talk to him like this.

Kira snorted, "Are you their father or not?"

The corner of his lips twitched, " Yes."

"How do you prove it?" Kira pressed.

His brows furrowed, and he answered after quite a while of silence, "The one inside is called Henry, and this one is named Betty."

The names did match.

But traffickers were crafty nowadays, and the two children called her mommy at first sight. Obviously, they naturally engaged with people.

Not convinced, Kira stretched out her hand to him.

At the sight of her fair and slender palm, Clyde somehow itched to shake it.

He fought back the urge and asked, "What do you mean?"

Kira replied bluntly, "Give me your cell phone."

After a second's hesitation, Clyde took out his phone from his pocket and placed it in her hand.

Without the restriction of the password, Kira turned it on and checked the album.

It was all empty. There wasn't even a selfie of him, let alone the two little ones.

She asked in a sulk, "Why is your album empty?"

Clyde pursed his lips, "I don't like taking pictures."

Kira rolled her eyes and then asked Betty, "Betty, is he really your dad?"

"Uh-huh." Betty nodded tactfully.

Kira then asked Henry.

Henry grabbed her hand, " He's our dad, and you're our mom. We're a family."

Kira was left speechless…

Clyde slightly pursed his lips and sized Kira up with his deep eyes.

She looked much prettier than on the screen. Her skin was fair and tender. Her features were delicate. From the distance, she looked elegant. At close range, she looked charming.

In particular, when she squinted at him just now, she looked attractive and sassy.

Kira raised her head, met his gaze, glared at him, and asked Betty in a low voice, "What's your father's name? Whisper the answer to me, okay?"

Betty immediately whispered in her ear.

Kira then asked Henry.

Henry also whispered in her ear.

Then she looked at Clyde and asked coldly, "What's your name?"

"Clyde." He smiled and replied in a faint voice.