Chapter 467 He Truly Doesn't Know Chalk From Cheese

As they headed home, Harry held Lucas in his arms all the way, his loving gaze never leaving his son.

In that moment, Harry felt as though it wasn't a mere child he was holding—Lucas was his world.

But undoubtedly, he also felt guilty for the way he'd acted in the past.

How could acquiring the Clark family's inheritance be the only reason he wanted a child? In fact, it was their blessing that their son chose to come to them.

That in itself was already precious enough.

However, Harry hadn't known how to appreciate such things then, and instead, he'd used his son as a tool to obtain personal gains.

He truly hadn't known chalk from cheese.

But now that he had come to his senses, things were still salvageable.

"Who do you think Luke resembles?" Harry studied Lucas's features, but he still didn't have a clue.

Yet, as he gazed at the cuddly bundle in his arms, he started growing fonder and fonder of Lucas.

"I think… he resembles Felix a bit. Perhaps they both take after you." Shirl