After admonishing the chubby boy, the counselor instructed him to extend an apology to Melon. Hearing the apology, Melon reluctantly conceded that his resorting to physical altercations had been unwarranted.

With the matter between the two youngsters resolved, the counselor turned to Melon and said, "Your father awaits you in the lecture hall. Come along; I shall escort you there.”

Melon stood rooted to the spot, utterly bewildered.

Had that broadcast just moments ago truly been targeting him? Had his Daddy really come?

He felt incredulous, a whirlwind of confusion and excitement coursing through his veins. He promptly followed the counselor to the lecture hall.

Entering the hall, Melon saw a man in a leather jacket seated by the window.

Melon was dumbstruck; this individual bore an uncanny resemblance to the Dad depicted in the photograph!

The appearance of his father, an individual he had never laid eyes on before, was just as sudden. Melon found himself overwhelmed with a heady mix of exhilaration and hesitancy. He stood immobile, unsure of how to proceed.

Startled by a noise, Holden turned his head and immediately caught sight of Melon. The boy's face was marked with dirt and bore visible blemishes from their earlier scuffle. He instinctively furrowed his brow and quickly advanced, stooping down.

"What happened? Did someone mistreat you?"

Melon regarded him with an intense gaze, foregoing his inquiry, and instead posed a query of his own, “Are you truly my father?"

Holden chuckled warmly and tousled Melon's hair.

“Any doubts, my boy?

Didn't you express a desire to meet me when we conversed on the phone?"

It was at that precise moment that Melon got it all. He sprung up in ecstatic elation, rushing into Holden's embrace and encircling his arms around his father's neck. With an affectionate tone, he exclaimed, “Daddy, I've missed you so terribly!"

Having poured out his sentiments, he planted a joyful kiss on Holden's cheek and commenced an animated conversation, regaling him with tales of everything under the sun.

Meanwhile, Devin, who had accompanied them, couldn't be more thrown off.

Both he and Holden had donned leather jackets, but the divergence lay in the fact that Holden had deliberately disguised himself. His wig replicated the hairstyle Theodore had sported five years prior, nearly identical. Though he didn't appear dramatically distinct from his usual self now, the semblance was convincing enough to deceive a child.

However, Devin hadn't foreseen the existence of Holden's illegitimate child in the summer camp!

Initially, he believed Holden had come to evaluate potential investments, but he never imagined that a child who bore an uncanny likeness to Holden would be their intention for coming. The manner in which their eyes and features mirrored each other was astonishing.