Charlotte Green saw his expression and knew what was up. She smiled and asked, "Drake, how old do you think Ethan is?"
Drake Green's mind spun.
If he had been conceived right after she left, even if she got it right on the first try, it would have been a full nine months... Logically speaking, he should be three years old.
Could it be that M Country's food is particularly nourishing?
Otherwise, how could a three-year-old be the size of an eight-year-old?
"Ethan, tell Uncle Drake, how old are you?" Drake Green squatted down and reached out to Ethan.
But Ethan, looking annoyed, fanned the air with his hand, "Uncle Drake, you smell strongly of cigarettes."
Drake Green felt awkward, he exhaled and sniffed, there does seem to be a smell. Now what?
He looked to Charlotte Green for help. She could not stop smiling and gently pushed Ethan forward, "Ethan, stop teasing your uncle. Go tell him that he shouldn't smoke so much."
