You Are The Apple of My Eyes

It was a sunny day in September. Noah was wearing a black T-shirt, and the little boy was wearing a white T-shirt, revealing his white and tender arms. They were now walking hand in hand. Noah was kind of tan, and the little boy's skin was pretty fair. It seemed that the boy's mother's skin was also white and fair.

Nina asked, "His mother is...?"

"Berry." Noah interrupted, "His mother is Berry."

Hearing the name, Nina looked at Noah in a strange way. It seemed that they didn't want their child to know his mother was actually Vicente.

Vicente and Noah didn't only hide it from their kid, but also them.

The child was 2 years old.

It meant that when Nina was pregnant, Vicente was also pregnant. Was it that she gave birth to the baby secretly and let Noah raise him alone?

In the past year, Vicente had appeared in the media of C Island very frequently, so she shouldn't have time to raise a child.

But Noah had really raised the child well. After all, the boy was so white and chubby. His eyes were as black as obsidian, flickering.

Nina squatted in front of the child and asked gently, "What's your name? I'm a good friend of your parents."

"Sampson Ye." Noah explained, "It means sun."

This name carried Noah's expectation for this world. It implicated the sun was shining every day, bringing a peaceful and prosperous world, and that there would be no more crimes in the world. It was more of an extravagant hope than an expectation.

"Nini, I came back to say goodbye to you." Noah smiled at everyone in front of him and fixed his eyes on Henry. "Henry, please help me take care of Sampson."

"Sampson, this is your Uncle Henry I told you. I have something very important to do. You will live in Grandpa's house, and Uncle Henry will take care of you." Noah rubbed his head.

Sampson looked at Noah, confused, and then looked at Henry.

Henry blinked, and finally came back from his senses. "Noah, where are you going?"

"Henry, please help me take care of him. Thank you." Noah didn't answer his question. "I know you have to take care of Cherry and Iker now. You must be tired every day, but I can only entrust Sampson to you."

Iker was Vivian's son. Howard took him to the Ye's villa as soon as he was born. Iker was registered as Henry's son, and he was less than two years old now.

Except for them, no one knew who Iker's parents were. Others thought that Iker was the biological son of Henry and his mother died of a difficult labor.

Henry took this opportunity to exclaim that he would never marry again.

"Nini, it's hard for Henry to take care of the three kids alone. I hope you can help him." Noah continued sincerely, "Thank you."

"Where is his mother?" Nina couldn't help but ask, "He needs love from both of you."

Noah's eyes twinkled. "Berry will come to see him on his birthday and during the New Year Holiday."

"How about you?" Nina asked, "When will you come back?"

Noah lowered his eyes and looked at Sampson who didn't understand anything. Tears of guilt welled up in Noah's eyes when thinking that he would leave him alone. "I'm sorry." Noah picked up Sampson and rubbed his cheek against his own face. "Sampson, I will leave for a long time, five years, seven years, or even ten years." He would only come back after his task was done.

Hearing that it would take so long, Henry became anxious. "Where on earth are you going? It's going to take you so long. You won't get in touch with you before you return, will you?" In fact, Henry had already guessed something.

Henry stared at Noah with anxiety and disagreement in his eyes. This was the first time that they had a dispute. To be exact, it was just that Henry felt so worried and anxious.

Looking at the anxiety and anger in Henry's eyes, Noah gave in and said in a hoarse voice, "You can't know. It will bring trouble."

Thinking of Noah's profession, Henry knew his conjecture was confirmed.

The others also understood immediately.

The news was like a bomb falling out of nowhere, catching everyone off guard. Everyone had different expressions on their faces.

Sampson was only one year old. He couldn't remember or understand many things. Looking at the serious expressions on their faces, he was a little scared. He grabbed Noah's sleeve tightly and called, "Daddy."

Noah's eyes turned red when he heard the dependence in Sampson's sweet voice.

Noah forced a smile, held up his lovely son, and deliberately reached out to scratch his chest, making Sampson giggle.

"Sampson, can you just wait for me at Grandpa's home?"

"You will see a lot of children in Grandpa's house. They are Iker, Cherry, Vance, Donald and Sound. Sound is younger than you. Your birthday is on September 22, and Sound's is on September 23. Though you were just born one day earlier than her, you are still her elder brother."

"Sound is a cute girl. You will be good friends."

On the second morning, Noah left.

Sampson didn't cry or mess around. He knew that his father went out every day and would come back for dinner when it was dark, so he just kept waiting. But after dinner, Noah still didn't come. Howard didn't know Noah had a son until last night. That was his grandson. Howard grinned from ear to ear. He held Sampson on his legs during the meal and wanted to feed him in person. "Sampson, lovely boy, open your mouth and eat."

'It is not dark outside. Dad will come back later.

I will wait for Daddy and have dinner.'

But Sampson was just one year old. He was unable to say these words. He could only look at the door and call out, "Dad... dad."

No matter how hard Howard tried, Sampson didn't eat anything. As long as the spoon was put to his mouth, he would call "dad". And his voice became louder and louder, as if he was angry. "Sampson, let me feed you today. Your dad has something to do." Howard said patiently, but he completely didn't understand what Sampson was thinking.

Noticing that Sampson had been looking at the door, Henry said, "He didn't want Noah to feed him. He just wants to eat after Noah comes back."

But no one knew where Noah was now.

It was dark outside. Sampson ran to the door as usual and was about to pick up his father.

Sampson staggered as if he was about to fall on the ground. Seeing this, Howard and Henry were so worried that they hurried to catch up with him. Henry caught Sampson, who struggled to run forward, so Henry had to carry him up.

"Don't run. Sit on my arms. Why are you going? I'll take you there."

"Dad." Sampson pointed at the outside with his little finger.

Henry looked in the direction of Sampson's finger and found that was the way where Noah had left this morning.

"Are you going to wait for your dad?"

Sampson understood and nodded obediently.

Henry sighed slightly. They had explained to Sampson that Noah had gone to work far away and it would take a long time for him to come back.

At that time, they thought Sampson understood, but in fact, he knew nothing.

Therefore, he insisted in waiting at the gate for Noah for dinner. He also took a small stool over, sat down and looked at the asphalt road outside the gate.

Henry sat on the ground and waited with Sampson. He took out some small bread, some cute rice balls and a bottle of milk from time to time. Finally, he managed to make Sampson eat something.

It was getting darker and darker, but Noah hadn't come back yet.

Sampson was sleepy, but he didn't see his father.

Sampson seemed to have realized something. Tears gradually welled up in his eyes and fell down.

Sampson cried in a loud voice. 'Where is Dad?'☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐