Shawn, despite having a head full of silver hair, still did not look his age. He was handsome with chiseled features and looked like someone who had dyed his hair silver. One could say he bore a striking resemblance to a Hollywood film star.

"In my thirties. Unfortunately, there were four years of my life without you," Shawn replied in a low voice.

"Enough with the cheesy lines. I just wanted to say you're in your thirties and jealous of Joshua here. Isn't that childish? It's getting unbearable, and you're making it difficult for poor Nicole." Gale chuckled.

How could she choose between her daddy and her brother? Gale could not bear it.

"Am I making things difficult for her?" Shawn glanced toward the hospital bed. "They seem to be having a good time chatting."

"You've had your hugs and kisses. Aren't you satisfied? You've flaunted enough. It's time to share Nicole with others, right?"

Shawn leaned in and whispered, "Okay, Nicole belongs to Joshua; you belong to me."

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