Chapter 469 Admitting Fault Makes a Good Dad
It seemed that Darwin had noticed something was off as he looked quite dejected. Chicago tugged gently at his pinky. When Darwin looked at her, there was an air of somber respectability about her, despite her childlike voice.
"You know you did something wrong, right?" Chicago, though her tone was soft, carried such a compelling authority that Darwin couldn't help but bow his head.
"I know." Darwin nodded in agreement.
"Grandma says everyone in the world makes mistakes, but being able to correct them makes you a good person." Chicago's mood softened a bit. "You upset Mommy by making a mistake, and it's normal for her to be unhappy with you."
"I know," Darwin sighed. "Mommy's really mad this time, and Daddy can't seem to make it better no matter what he tries."
"Life is tough, but we can't give up," Chicago said with renewed seriousness.
"Of course, I will never give up," Darwin said hurriedly.
Chicago studied him carefully, as if to make sure his sincerity was genuine.
"Do you really love Mommy?" she asked.
Without any hesitation, Darwin answered, "Absolutely, more than anything."
Chicago seemed even more pleased with this response.
"Sweetheart, you're so smart. Do you have any ideas on how I could make things right?" Darwin humbled himself, earnestly hoping to get advice on how to appease his wife from his precocious five-year-old.
Chicago thought for a moment and then shook her head. "No, I never hurt Mommy's heart, so she doesn't have that kind of experience."
It was as if Darwin had been slapped by Chicago's candid response.
In the executive suite, onlookers couldn't help but find the sight of Darwin leaned over to talk seriously with little Chicago, both large and small figures engrossed in conversation, absolutely adorable.
Before they left the office, Darwin made sure to put a small mask and little hat on Chicago. Although Darwin wanted to carry her, Chicago insisted she could walk wherever she was capable of walking on her own.
The father and daughter duo joined hands and crossed the bustling downtown intersection, making their way to the Western restaurant across the street inside a tall building.
Darwin had the look of a male model with his tall and lean physique. Even though he wore a mask, he still drew many admiring glances along the way. Someone even took out their phone and snapped a flurry of photos, which they then uploaded online with the caption, "Such a storytelling duo! The boss and his adorable baby!"
On the other side, Fiona wasn't as flashy in her approach. Charles stayed with Burl throughout, and Fiona walked in front, masked and wearing a baseball cap. It didn't take long before the family regrouped in the restaurant.
"How are you feeling, Charles?" Darwin asked with a gentle warmth as soon as Charles sat down.
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Charles paused for a moment. "I can't beat them just yet."
"Kid, you're not even close to their age, can you ease up on yourself a little? You make your uncle look like a total loser," Burl complained in a whiny tone.
"Okay." Charles nodded.
He seemed somewhat tired, but there was a sparkle in his eyes, visibly happier than when he was at home. He even took the initiative to reassure his uncle, "You're doing great too, Uncle. Mr. Davidson has been praising you, saying you're a force to be reckoned with."
Davidson was the bald one.
"Really?" Burl perked up immediately. "Apart from comparing to a prodigy like you, I am indeed unbeatable!"
Chicago stayed out of the conversation. Her grape-like eyes were fixed on the crispy duck. It smelled so good.
Seeing this, Darwin waited until the chef had sliced a couple of excellent pieces, then promptly wrapped one up for Chicago, holding it to her lips.
Chicago opened her mouth wide and chomped down, nearly taking half of it in one bite, and almost nipping Darwin's fingers.
"You should let her eat on her own, you're spoiling her." Fiona glared at Darwin.
Darwin smiled warmly. "After she finishes this one, she can eat by herself."
In reality, the next few pieces were also wrapped by Darwin and placed on the plate in front of Chicago. Watching her enjoy the food, Darwin's face beamed with a father's content smile.
Burl watched this and sneaked over to tug on Fiona's clothes. They exchanged knowing looks until Fiona slapped his hand away. "What, do you want me to feed you?"
Her voice was loud enough for everyone to hear.
Burl's smile slowly faded. He was in the midst of a major social faux pas and looked at Darwin in horror, trying to explain he didn't mean that.
However, Darwin frowned, seemingly struggling for a moment. "I could call a waiter over to wrap one for you."
Burl was speechless.
Fiona couldn't hold back her laughter, laughing so hard she doubled over.
Chicago was focused solely on eating, oblivious to what was happening around the table. Seeing her mom laughing and glancing at Darwin, she started giggling as well.
Then, Darwin couldn't resist and began to laugh too.
Burl was dumbstruck.
Charles, on the other hand, was eating his rice quietly, not understanding what his parents found so funny.
‘How the thought of asking a waiter to wrap a piece of duck for his uncle that amusing?’ he thought.
This thought flashed through his mind briefly before being replaced by rapidly flickering lines of code in his head. Competing with experts could spark unprecedented inspiration, and Charles had experienced that firsthand today.
The lunch was both delicious and joyful. That is, until Chicago finished her duck, her hands covered in grease. Fiona decided it was time to take her to wash up.
Darwin stopped her. "You should eat more, the food won't taste as good once it cools down, I'll take her."
"Yeah, mommy, eat lots!" Chicago nodded vigorously.
Then she was lifted out of her booster seat by Darwin, and the father-daughter duo went to wash their hands one after the other.
Chicago washed her hands carefully and thoroughly. To Darwin, her seriousness was simply adorable. He leaned against the wall, arms folded, and asked Chicago, "Is the lunch tasty?"
"Yeah!" Chicago nodded. "The roast duck is the best!"
The roast duck here surpassed even the one they had savored with her father previously.
"Tomorrow, I'll take you and your brother to try another place," Darwin said.
"Will they have tasty roast duck?" Chicago asked.
"Even though there won't be roast duck, there are other delicious things. Baby, we can try them all, alright?"
This proposal was incredibly exciting to any food lover.
"Okay!" Chicago nodded decisively.
"Rinse off properly, and then I will dry your hands."
Chicago rinsed her hands of soap meticulously. Darwin had already asked the server to prepare a warm towel. He carefully dried her hands and then used a wet wipe he carried with him to clean her greasy little mouth and cheeks. Afterwards, they casually walked back hand in hand. Anyone who saw them would say their father-daughter relationship was wonderful.
By the time they returned to the private room, Charles had finished eating and was wiping his hands with a wet wipe, his actions exuding a refined and gentlemanly demeanor. On the other hand, Chicago's manners were far from refined. Nonetheless, Darwin held a deep affection for both of them.
"Charles, how about we don't go to Daddy's office this afternoon? I see you're a bit tired, so let's go home and rest. We can come back tomorrow?" Fiona asked Charles with a gentle inquiry.
Charles opened his mouth, visibly reluctant. However, in the end, he nodded. "Okay. Uncle Burl, could you please tell the three tutors that Charles won't be coming over?"
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