MR.ROCKY BALTASAR

Maks stood up quickly. His eyes kept on staring at the man who got off the luxury car and walked towards him.

With his wand, the old man limped towards Maks. A dashing young man stepped out of the steering wheel door. He was the driver of the old man.

Now, Maks and the old man faced each other. The old man's eyes filled with tears as he looked at Maks. One hand held Maks' cheek.

"I-I miss you, son," said the old man. Maks as silent. He let the old man's hand touch his face with watery eyes.

"Why are you only now looking for me?" asked Maks to the old man who was his real father, Mr.Rocky.

Mr.Rocky lowered his hand that was touching his son's face. "I've been looking for you all this time. But I didn't find you."

Maks picked up his things which were located below. Without glancing at his father, he hurriedly stepped away and left Mr.Rocky.

The old man followed Maks while saying his name. "Maks! Maks! Maks! Don't go again!"

However, Maks paid no heed to it. He continued to w

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