Although it was the first time to see each other, Zoe still felt that Samuel was a little cordial. This might be the natural affection between father and daughter.
Zoe looked at Allen as if for help.
At this time, as long as Allen said that he was not, Zoe would believe it.
But Allen couldn't see Zoe's lost eyes, and he understood Zoe's desire for his biological father over the years.
It was like Lucas.
Although Lucas had a very good relationship with him, and always called him foster father, but after returning to the Seapolis City, Lucas really rarely made a phone call to him.
Maybe he was even more happy with Samuel now.
A sour taste was left in Allen’s mouth.
He witnessed those children who had grown up under his care left him alone one by one. Was the blood relationship really that important?
"Foster father, is what he said true? Is he really my daddy?"
Zoe's soft voice sounded again.
Samuel looked at Allen.
He was also a man, and he naturally understood how Allen felt and struggled now.
He didn't urge, didn't speak, but picked up Zoe, only to find that Zoe was really light, so light that she had almost no weight.
"Your mommy said to me that you are the most beautiful princess in the world. I didn't believe it at first, but now that I see you, I really believe it."
Zoe was very happy, a little embarrassed, sitting on Samuel's laps, not daring to move.
His embrace was so warm, unlike her foster father’s, and there was always an indescribable sense of intimacy lingering.
Seeing Zoe's sensible look and her bewildered expression, Samuel remembered Nicole again.
That damned woman, where had you gone?
How could you be willing to leave such a lovely daughter and Lucas, and him, and disappeared without a trace?
Samuel touched Zoe's head, fearing to apply too much strength, and when he touched her, the strength was too small that Zoe couldn’t feel.
For the first time in his life, he felt at a loss.
Zoe was different from Lucas.
Lucas was a stinky boy, healthy, and no matter how he beat, Lucas could bear it, but his daughter was so fragile, so fragile that he dared not speak loudly, for fear of scaring her.
"Of course it is true. Zoe is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."
"Yes, sister Zoe, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."
Joseph was also unwilling to admit himself outdone.
Zoe began to giggle.
Her laugh was very clear and melodious, like a jade bead falling on the plate, crisp and pleasant.