A faint smile appeared on Linford’s chiseled lips, “That will be nice.”

The father and son finished the plate of cakes in silence.

Cody poured Linford a cup of water before he jumped off the chair and was ready to leave.

Linford cleared his throat, “Cody, you don’t wanna talk?”

Cody turned around, “What do you want to tell me?”

“Do you want to know things about your mother’s family?” Linford asked with expectation.

Cody thought for a while and walked back, sitting on the chair again, “What? You have more to tell me?”

Linford blinked, “I bet your Mom has told you most of the things already, huh?”

Cody...