"The kids have their own paths to take," Dexter said, holding onto Sophia's hand.
What he said was right. Ashton and Xan had their own paths to take. As parents, all they could do was to be their strong support.
"I've already contacted No. 9. We'll take action when it's necessary." Dexter looked at Sophia.
No one could touch his wife and kids, who he cherished dearly.
"Is Xan alright, Dad?" Back at Huma University, Ashton gave Dexter a call. He was worried about Xan.
"She's fine, don't worry. Just focus on your studies," Dexter replied, trying to lessen his worries.
Like any other ordinary father-and-sons, they would occasionally have heart-to-heart talks. However, neither of them were any good at expressing themselves.
Ashton said, "Maybe you should stop cooking, Dad. You're not improving even after all these years. I went home yesterday, and the clams were full of sand. I'm feeling a little sick now."
