Matthew had always been the type of man who could calmly accept anything thrown his way. However, it took him a while to take in Carlos' words this time. 'My sons have shown up, and there are four of them... Or maybe five.
And there is still no sign of that woman? Humph. She had the nerve to get her sons back here, but she's going to remain gone.'
As Matthew's cars were on their way to the airport, Carlos took the opportunity to chat some more with the children. "Kids, how many sons have your mother actually given birth to in total?"
One of the quadruplets answered quickly, "Four. The black kid was adopted halfway."
Carlos nodded, feeling relieved for his son. "And what are your names?"
"Grandpa, I'm Adkins Huo, the eldest child."
"Grandpa, I'm Boswell Huo, and I'm the second child."
"Grandpa, I'm the third child. My name is Colman Huo." "Grandpa, I'm Damian Huo. I'm the fourth child."
When it came to the black boy's turn, he looked at Carlos with his eyes wide open. Then he introduced himself, but his Chinese wasn't so fluent. "Grandpa, my name has fifteen characters. For your convenience, you may just call me Kenney."
A minute later, Carlos was confused again. He looked at the four children and still couldn't tell them apart. But how could he? They all looked exactly the same!
Learning their names didn't prove to be much useful either.
Noticing their grandpa's confusion, Adkins Huo told him a secret. "Grandpa, look at our clothes. They are embroidered with numbers. Aunt Tessie did them in order to distinguish us."
"Tessie?" The name sounded familiar to Carlos.
"Yes, Aunt Tessie helped our mom to raise us," Boswell Huo answered.
It suddenly occurred to Carlos that Tessie was the youngest daughter of the Su family, who Matthew had sent to the slum.
"Okay, I see!" Carlos nodded.
Getting to know their grandfather now, the kids had no idea this would be happening to them one day ago. Their mother had simply taken them by surprise when she came home the day before, waving five airline tickets in their faces. "Children, I have to be honest with you. I can't afford to support you anymore. You will have to live with your father from now on! He's a very handsome and rich man. He will definitely grant you a luxurious life by his side!"
The eldest child retorted, "We have guessed it!"
"What?" she asked.
"He is a heartless man," Adkins said. Otherwise, what kind of father would allow a mother to take care of four sons on her own?
"He's rich!" Boswell clarified. Or what else could explain why they were all so different from the other kids around? Not to mention the aura their mother would sometimes give off of someone who had definitely come from wealth.
"He's a jerk," Colman snorted. What other reason would their father have to abandon their mother?
"He's handsome," Damian said excitingly. Their good looks could only have come from their father!
The four boys then all looked at the fifth child, who said with difficulty, "He's a great man!"
Erica rubbed her forehead helplessly. "You are all correct! Your father is handsome, rich, heartless, great and sometimes a jerk."
Adkins scratched his head and asked, "So? Is Dad a good or a bad man?"
Boswell looked at his mother knowingly. "Mom, let's be honest, you're going to take on the mission, but you think it will be too troublesome to bring us with you, right?"
"That's why you want us to find Dad!" Colman added.
Damian nodded in agreement with his brothers.
Erica was speechless. Her children weren't just too smart. They were real geniuses! "I've already gotten the news that your grandpa will arrive in Y City tomorrow. The flight I booked for you will land about the same time as his. So, kids, listen to me! Look for your grandpa first!"
The children snorted under their breaths. Erica told them that she couldn't afford to raise them anymore, but the truth was that they were the ones who couldn't support her! Among them, she had always been who spent most of their money.
And because of that, they were now in the middle of an airport, waiting for their father to arrive.
Half an hour later, eight black luxury cars drove into the airport one after the other, immediately attracting everyone's attention.
Once they were all parked side by side, one driver got out of the second car and walked around the vehicle to open its back door.
Shortly, a pair of shiny leather shoes came into the children's view, followed by two long legs. Looking down at his own inferior members, Colman assumed that they would grow to be as long as those of that person in the future.
Finally, a man in a dark suit and a crimson tie rose to his full height as he got out of the car. His intense eyes remained fixed on the faces of the children beside Carlos.
At the same time, the kids all looked him up and down in unison.
After taking a few more steps forward, Matthew stood in front of them. But the moment his eyes fell on the black boy, his face became darker, and all the excitement left his body. "Who is he?"
Instead of answering his question, Boswell said, "This is not how I've pictured it. Dad, shouldn't you hug us first?" 'Why did he ask about Kenney beforehand?' he wondered.
Matthew immediately glanced at the little boy who talked back at him like an adult. Then he said slowly, "We will need to get a paternity test to make sure you're my sons." If Erica had shown up with the kids, Matthew wouldn't have said anything. He would have simply brought their sons home with him.
However, the woman was still missing, and there was also a foreign boy amidst them. He didn't believe he had these genes in the family.
Regardless of anything that Matthew said, Colman behaved like a spoiled child, rushing over to hug his father's leg. "You're our father. Erica told us that our father is called Matthew Huo. If you refuse to acknowledge us, we'll ask Grandpa and Grandma to teach you a lesson!"
'His tone... It sounds exactly like Erica's, ' Matthew realized.
Squatting down, he picked him up. The little boy immediately wrapped his short arms around his neck and shouted excitedly, "Daddy! Daddy!"
Matthew couldn't help laughing. Even the boy's character was the same as that woman's.
Ashamed of his younger brother, Adkins pulled a long face and said, "Colman, can you come down? That man just said that we need to get a paternity test first."
Matthew raised his eyebrows at the angry boy, trying hard to suppress his smile. "That man? Didn't you say I'm your dad?"
While Matthew talked to their sons, Carlos kept observing the children thoroughly. There was no doubt that the eldest child was the one who resembled Matthew's personality the most.
The next moment, Adkins cast a cold glance at Matthew and asked, "Aren't you contradicting yourself now? Didn't you say we need a paternity test?"
Completely ignoring the confrontation between his brother and his father, Damian took two steps forward and looked up at the giant and fearless man. "Dad, I want you to hug me too!"
For a long time, he had wanted to feel his father's embrace.
Matthew promptly held him up with his free hand, and now he had one son on each arm.
Boswell looked at his father carrying his two brothers and thought for a while before he said, "Dad, I don't want to take a paternity test."
"But aren't you sure that I'm your father? Then why don't you want to do the paternity test?" Matthew deliberately asked.