Aldrian's heart was pounding quickly, and he could not say anything if his parents have already reached that kind of conclusion.
What should he do? Deny it? That would be underestimating his parents' intelligence.
"Father—"
"I don't know what kind of purpose you have in this life or your true origin in your past life, but we are always ready to become the place where you can rest if you are tired. When you need a place to call home, when you look for the warmth of a family, we will always be there for you," Aldrey said.
His expression was warm, just like how a father spoke to his son. He still looked at Aldrian as his most proud son, and not as someone different. Not as someone with a much greater origin.
Aldrian felt deeply touched. He even wanted to cry, but he held it in.
Suddenly, without hesitation, he stood up and faced Aldrey before he kowtowed to him. Aldrey was stunned, but before he could say or do anything, Aldrian had already spoken.
