Mr. May stayed silent, unable to refute the other's words.
If he were Edward Quinn, perhaps he would also rather understand everything and receive an outcome, even if... that outcome might be painful for him.
Looking at the face in front of him that somewhat resembled Mrs. Li's, Mr. May couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.
When Jeremiah May returned, he only saw Mr. May and Mabel Quinn chatting on the sofa in the living room, while the two kids were sitting cross-legged on the carpet, playing with dolls and a Rubik's Cube.
The one playing with dolls was naturally little Harper Kinston.
Upon seeing Jeremiah May, Harper Kinston happily jumped up and ran towards him, shouting, "Jeremiah brother."
Jeremiah May hadn't even put down his backpack, instinctually spreading his arms, and the next moment, the little one passionately leaped into his embrace.
"Nana really missed Jeremiah brother." The little one said while rubbing her little head against Jeremiah May's neck.
