"Me me me me! I'm the little mutt!" Doleman said in utter resignation. Cleveland was very satisfied with Doleman's answer. Doleman continued, "Pillar Bro, from now on you're my blood brother, about the bet..." "Here's the deal. Considering our years of brotherhood, forget eating shit—it's off the table. But you have to wash my dirty socks, and not just today, you'll take over washing my dirty socks for the entire year. How does that sound?" "An entire year?!" Doleman leapt up from the chair, "That's outright bullying!" Cleveland had athlete's foot, and his socks reeked worse than the stench of a latrine. Doleman couldn't believe that he would one day find himself in a situation . He hugged his pitiful self with heartbreak. Cleveland grinned slyly, "Well, you could go live-stream eating shit. Who knows, it might even make you go viral! Kill two birds with one stone." Doleman instantly admitted defeat, "Fine! I'll wash them!" Cleveland looked at him with a pleased expression and gave a nod, "Young man, you'll go far! Let's start now, shall we? Conveniently, I haven't washed my socks in two weeks." "Two weeks?" Doleman's eyes widened in horror. A pile-up of socks that hadn't been washed for two weeks—wasn't that practically a sewage treatment plant? Just imagining it made him feel like he couldn't breathe. Doleman felt it necessary to prepare a gas mask. Viola Thompson changed into a light-colored qipao, threw on a woolen coat, and made her way downstairs. Mary Perryne had already prepared the gifts. Seeing Viola come down, she smiled and said, "Viola, let's hurry up and go." Two assistants trailed behind, carrying the gifts Mary had prepared. A basket of fresh flowers and eggs, A pair of small gold bracelets, a set of baby cotton clothes, and a red envelope. Viola nodded lightly, walked up to Mary, and linked arms with her. "Mom, let's go." Mary chuckled, "Wait a moment, Viola." Viola stopped in her tracks. Mary reached out to adjust Viola's hairstyle, then nodded in satisfaction, "My daughter is undoubtedly the most beautiful woman in the world." At those words, Viola chuckled softly. Believing their daughter looks like a fairy descended to earth! Viola said proudly, "My mom is also the most beautiful mom in the world." Mary laughed along with her. The mother and daughter stepped outside together and got into the car. Mrs. Summer was still in the hospital. The VIP ward was on the fifth floor. When Mary brought Viola over, Mr. Beckman had just seen his younger brother out the door. Seeing Mary arriving with Viola, Mr. Beckman immediately stepped forward to greet them, "Mrs. Thompson, Miss Thompson, you're here." "Hello, Uncle Summer," Viola greeted politely. Mr. Beckman smiled warmly, "Please come in." Mary asked with a smile, "How's the baby? And the baby's mom?" Mentioning his wife and child brought a wide grin to Mr. Beckman's face, making him look younger by several years—a vibrant glow on his face. "They're great, both of them!" Being able to have a plump son in middle age, Mr. Beckman was genuinely overjoyed. Mary led Viola into the hospital room. Mrs. Summer was lying on the hospital bed. Seeing Mary, she brightened up immediately, "Mary!" "Shuangshuang," Mary stepped forward with a smile. "Shuangshuang" was Mrs. Summer's childhood nickname. She hadn't been called that in years. Hearing her old nickname again, Mrs. Summer's eyes couldn't help but glisten with tears. Viola followed behind and greeted her, "Aunt Summer." Mrs. Summer nodded, "Viola." Mary waved to Viola, "Viola, come here and look at your little brother." Viola walked over with a smile. Read full story at novelꜰire.net The baby wrapped in a blanket was sleeping, his tiny face peaceful. It was too early to tell whose features he resembled, but Mary confidently claimed he looked like Mr. Beckman. "Look at this little one—doesn't he look just like his dad? It's uncanny!" Mary turned to Viola, "Viola, come take a closer look. Don't you think your little brother resembles your Uncle Summer?" Viola laughed, "He does, like he was carved out of the same mold as Uncle Summer." Mrs. Summer laughed at their comments, "I thought I was the only one who thought these two look alike! Didn't expect you all to agree!" Mary held Mrs. Summer's hand warmly, "Getting this little bundle of joy here must've been tough, Shuangshuang, hasn't it?" Mrs. Summer shook her head gently, "Not at all. This is the happiest I've ever been." For this new life, no matter what hardships she had to endure, it all felt sweet. Mary smiled softly as her gaze swept around the hospital room, then asked, "Where's Jean Beckman?" At a time , why wasn't Jean Beckman by her side? Could the rumors be true?