86.

Youyou repeated his message again. It was only when the man nodded one more time that, with a pout, he gingerly drew a step closer.

One step and then another. This went on until his father’s elegant, athletic arms reached across his armpits and powerfully embraced him.

The little lad’s face flushed scalding red in that instance.

Weston easily propped up the little boy’s buttocks with his left arm.

The child was too skinny.

He wondered if the child had a rare case of malabsorption or was suffering from nutritional imbalance. Possibly, that stupid woman did not nourish him adequately.

Children his age are still developing and should eat more.

In this regard, the mother and son are alike. Both are too thin.

Little did Weston know that the boy had always been sickly and physically weak since birth, and his body could not take in all the nutrients from the abundant nutritious food his mother was feeding him.

The little lad was as light as a fluffy rice ball in his arms. Weston lowered his