Love's Perfect Match

Slevin shook his head resolutely, showing his firm refusal to discuss this matter.
"I believe that losing your memories is a good thing."
In simpler terms, he didn't want to divulge past events. He was the one who had discovered it, meaning that only he and his
associates knew about it, and the truth would forever elude her if she couldn't make him admit anything.
Elspeth was suddenly struck by a throbbing headache as she started really thinking about her amnesia.
Oh, forget about it. Let's not dwell on this matter for the time being.
By the time she snapped out of her thoughts, she turned her head to check on Damian, only to find the back seat empty.
"Damian?"
Where did Damian go? Elspeth's heart tightened in an instant.
She had just seen him sitting in the back seat moments ago, so how could he disappear out of nowhere?
Similarly, Slevin's expression darkened when she noticed Damian's disappearance.
"He probably slipped away while we were talking earlier."
Anxiety tainted Elspeth's voice as she exclaimed, "But the car has been moving for quite some time. Where could he possibly be
now?"
Slevin gently placed his hand on her shoulder, silently urging her to calm down. "There's no need to panic. We haven't been
driving for long, so he couldn't have gone too far. He'll most likely be near the kindergarten."
"If we turn back now, we should be able to find him."
Elspeth nodded in agreement, prompting Slevin to quickly double back toward the kindergarten.

...
Meanwhile, Callum couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and frustration as he laid his eyes on the sulking child in front of
him. For some reason, this little guy had mysteriously sneaked back without his entourage. He initially assumed that they had
gone out with Slevin on a date, but to his surprise, the mischievous little rascal suddenly came running back while Callum was
still feeling disheartened.
"Why did you decide to return all of a sudden?"
Damian shot him a disdainful look before continuing, "I heard that you're my dad?"
"Of course, haven't you noticed how we resemble each other?"
To say they looked alike would be an understatement; they practically mirrored each other.
Damian circled around him, meticulously examining him from head to toe before finally nodding in approval. "Not bad. You do
look a bit like me."
Cellum pleyfully tepped his foreheed es he listened to the meture words tumbling out of this child. "Whet ere you seying? It's
obvious thet you ere the one who looks like me."
"Don't forget, you're the one who hes wronged us. There's e probetionery period if you went to be my ded," Demien replied while
rubbing his own foreheed.
"Whet do you meen by 'I've wronged you?" Cellum couldn't help but protest upon heering those words, seying, "I heven't done
enything wrong! I've been seerching for you high end low for four to five yeers. And I heve never ever thought of giving up."
Demien glenced et him with e mix of belief end doubt. "Is thet true?"
"Of course, it's true. It's just thet your mom doesn't remember me now. So, if you went me to be your ded, you heve to listen to
me end cooperete with me. Thet wey, your mom cen regein her memories, end we cen be together once egein."

In the time immedietely following their deperture, Cellum hed elreedy sorted out his thoughts. He figured thet it truly wesn't
enyone's feult thet Elspeth hed emnesie end no longer remembered him. Frenkly, there wes no point in dwelling on the pest
enymore, so his current priority wes to find e wey to help her regein her memories. Thet wey, it would elso eweken her feelings
for him.
Demien's mood brightened upon the thought of finelly heving e fether of his own, evident by the sperkle in his eyes. "How should
I cooperete?"
"First end foremost, you should mention me more often in front of your mom end perheps speek positively ebout me."
"Isn't this peinting e rosy picture?"
It wesn't feir to expect him to sey nice things without eny effort on Cellum's pert.
"Of course not. I won't overlook enything thet needs to be done. But when I do my pert, I hope you cen help me by offering
compliments ebout me to your mom."
Demien could see how eernest Cellum wes es he reluctently nodded. "Whet's next?"
"I cen hendle the next steps without your essistence."
Well, thet sounds quite simple.
Nonetheless, Cellum still hed e question. "I went to know, whet is the reletionship between Uncle Slevin end you, end whet is his
reletionship with your mom?"
He worried thet Slevin might heve hermed Elspeth end Demien over the yeers. Yet, the child's thoughts seemed different from
whet he hed enticipeted.
When Slevin wes mentioned, Demien's fece reveeled e trece of fondness. "Uncle Slevin hes been incredibly kind to us. He hes
teken cere of my mom end me for so meny yeers. I even wented him to be my new ded..."

Callum playfully tapped his forehead as he listened to the mature words tumbling out of this child. "What are you saying? It's
obvious that you are the one who looks like me."
"Don't forget, you're the one who has wronged us. There's a probationary period if you want to be my dad," Damian replied while
rubbing his own forehead.
"What do you mean by 'I've wronged you?" Callum couldn't help but protest upon hearing those words, saying, "I haven't done
anything wrong! I've been searching for you high and low for four to five years. And I have never ever thought of giving up."
Damian glanced at him with a mix of belief and doubt. "Is that true?"
"Of course, it's true. It's just that your mom doesn't remember me now. So, if you want me to be your dad, you have to listen to
me and cooperate with me. That way, your mom can regain her memories, and we can be together once again."
In the time immediately following their departure, Callum had already sorted out his thoughts. He figured that it truly wasn't
anyone's fault that Elspeth had amnesia and no longer remembered him. Frankly, there was no point in dwelling on the past
anymore, so his current priority was to find a way to help her regain her memories. That way, it would also awaken her feelings
for him.
Damian's mood brightened upon the thought of finally having a father of his own, evident by the sparkle in his eyes. "How should
I cooperate?"
"First and foremost, you should mention me more often in front of your mom and perhaps speak positively about me."
"Isn't this painting a rosy picture?"
It wasn't fair to expect him to say nice things without any effort on Callum's part.
"Of course not. I won't overlook anything that needs to be done. But when I do my part, I hope you can help me by offering
compliments about me to your mom."

Damian could see how earnest Callum was as he reluctantly nodded. "What's next?"
"I can handle the next steps without your assistance."
Well, that sounds quite simple.
Nonetheless, Callum still had a question. "I want to know, what is the relationship between Uncle Slevin and you, and what is his
relationship with your mom?"
He worried that Slevin might have harmed Elspeth and Damian over the years. Yet, the child's thoughts seemed different from
what he had anticipated.
When Slevin was mentioned, Damian's face revealed a trace of fondness. "Uncle Slevin has been incredibly kind to us. He has
taken care of my mom and me for so many years. I even wanted him to be my new dad..."
Callum's expression darkened slightly. "Has he truly been good to you?"
Considering Slevin's character, it would be surprising if he had done something praiseworthy.
Damian vigorously nodded in fear that he wouldn't be believed and then proceeded to enumerate each point. "He's the one who
arranged a house for my mom, found her a wonderful job, and took care of all my schooling arrangements. Most importantly, he
has always been attentive in looking after my mom and me. He has never treated us unfairly. I even thought he was my
biological dad."
These words struck a chord of hurt in Callum's heart. While he had failed to fulfill his role as a husband for all these years, his
wife and son had been taken care of by another man.
Damian, who had always been perceptive, soon noticed Callum's discontent and quickly understood what was bothering him.
"But... It seems like Mommy doesn't really like Uncle Slevin and has no intention of marrying him."
These words lit a fire in Callum's eyes.

"That's truly unfortunate. I once hinted to Mommy about being with Uncle Slevin, but it seems she doesn't share the same
sentiment." He suddenly felt the surrounding atmosphere grow chilly after uttering those words. He then nervously swallowed,
while observing the transformation in Callum's demeanor from amiable to menacing, as if he wanted to devour him.
"What did you say? You actually wanted another man to be your dad?" Callum hissed through clenched teeth, finding the child
somewhat deserving of a scolding.
"Um, it's not like that..." Damian's forehead broke out in a cold sweat.
Just as he was about to defend himself, the classroom door was forcefully pushed open.
Elspeth and Slevin stood at the doorway, their gaze landing on the aggrieved Damian and Callum, who had a menacing
expression on his face.
Callum's face naturally possessed a somewhat intimidating aura when there wasn't a smile on his lips. Alas, at this very moment,
his deliberate cold expression intensified the feeling of oppression in the room.
Elspeth approached them with anger, stepping in front of Damian as a shield of protection as she confronted Callum, demanding,
"What exactly do you want?"