Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 305 Am I the weakest son of the vampire progenitor? 42

At first, no one took Zhao Zhao's forgetfulness seriously.

That day, Mosen Cain, who hadn't seen Zhao Zhao for several days due to being busy with work, suddenly appeared before her. Zhao Zhao looked at him blankly and asked, "Who...are you?"

He was sitting under the tree, fiddling with a new toy in his hand that he couldn't remember who had given him, while Damian's doll had long been forgotten somewhere.

A shadow fell over her head, and Zhao Zhao looked up to see a handsome man with an unfamiliar face and a powerful aura. Zhao Zhao asked in confusion.

"Don't be temperamental. I'll be able to spend time with you once I'm done with this busy period." Morsen Cain's face remained expressionless, his voice indifferent, showing little concern for his son's words.

He thought his youngest son was angry with him because he hadn't played with him these past few days.

But it wasn't until he held the child in his arms and the child struggled so fiercely that he suddenly realized something. Carefully holding the child's fidgeting little hands, Mosen Cain's deep eyes looked straight at Zhao Zhao, "You really don't remember who I am?"

Zhao Zhao nodded without hesitation.

Mosen Cain's face grew increasingly dark as he gritted his teeth and said, "Look more closely now, who am I?"

"Ok?"

Zhao Zhao pinched his face with both hands, kneading it wantonly for a while, as if suddenly waking up and her mind becoming clear, "You are my father, the person I love the most~"

Seeing the familiar warmth and joy rekindle in his eyes, Morsen Cain's anxiety slowly subsided.

Zhao Zhao's sweet words flowed effortlessly, shattering Mo Sen's cold and hard expression. "You brat, you've lied to me again."

He was referring to Zhao Zhao's reaction just now; she pinched his cheek in annoyance, only to be slapped in return.

As a result, the hand that was hit didn't even turn red, but the person who hit the other held their little red hand, looking aggrieved, and said, "Waaah, Father, you bullied me again..."

Morsen Cain: ...

I've suffered enough grievances in my life because of this little guy.

Mosen Cain didn't know how to coax children; he just held him with a cold face and walked around, admiring the land and the scenery, only then realizing how beautiful it was.

"Father, is the policy you have implemented for humanity benevolent?"

Zhao Zhao was also engrossed in watching and couldn't help but ask a question. This was a sense of mission ingrained in his bones, something he thought about all the time.

"Ah."

His unwavering affirmation gave Zhao Zhao the greatest peace of mind; her father would never lie.

With Morsen Cain's support, mission completion is just around the corner.

Given that Zhao Zhao had just said he had forgotten his father's words, even though Mosen Cain thought he was just saying it out of anger, he still kept him by his side these past few days.

The princes were all very busy these days and had hardly seen Zhao Zhao. However, Mosen Cain received letters from various princes expressing their concern for Zhao Zhao.

Strangely, apart from the first few days when Zhao Zhao mentioned Darid, he never uttered any other name from him again.

It's like he forgot his older brother and sister...

Once the idea took hold, his thoughts became uncontrollable. Considering Zhao Zhao's unusual behavior during this period, Mo Sen Cain put down his work and went to the room to find the sleeping Zhao Zhao.

Zhao Zhao, who was forcibly woken up from his sleep, had a sour face and didn't say a word. He glared at his father as if to say, "Speak up if you have something to say."

Mosen Cain's voice was slightly hoarse. Facing this bewildered and ignorant child, he had too many questions in his mind. While carrying him out, he tentatively asked, "You've been with your father for so long, have you missed your other brothers and sisters?"

"..." The cub didn't speak, its gaze drawn to the picture frame of Damian holding a doll in the corridor.