Matthew had always been the type of man who could calmly accept anything thrown his way. However, it took him a while to take in Carlos' words this time. 'My sons have shown up, and there are four of them... Or maybe five.

And there is still no sign of that woman? Humph. She had the nerve to get her sons back here, but she's going to remain gone.'

As Matthew's cars were on their way to the airport, Carlos took the opportunity to chat some more with the children. "Kids, how many sons have your mother actually given birth to in total?"

One of the quadruplets answered quickly, "Four. The black kid was adopted halfway."

Carlos nodded, feeling relieved for his son. "And what are your names?"

"Grandpa, I'm Adkins Huo, the eldest child."

"Grandpa, I'm Boswell Huo, and I'm the second child."

"Grandpa, I'm the third child. My name is Colman Huo."

"Grandpa, I'm Damian Huo. I'm the fourth child."

When it came to the black boy's turn, he looked at Carlos with his eyes wide open. Then he introduced himself, but his Chinese wasn't so fluent. "Grandpa, my name has fifteen characters. For your convenience, you may just call me Kenney."

A minute later, Carlos was confused again. He looked at the four children and still couldn't tell them apart. But how could he? They all looked exactly the same!

Learning their names didn't prove to be much useful either.

Noticing their grandpa's confusion, Adkins Huo told him a secret. "Grandpa, look at our clothes. They are embroidered with numbers. Aunt Tessie did them in order to distinguish us."

"Tessie?" The name sounded familiar to Carlos.

"Yes, Aunt Tessie helped our mom to raise us," Boswell Huo answered.

It suddenly occurred to Carlos that Tessie was the youngest daughter of the Su family, who Matthew had sent to the slum.

"Okay, I see!" Carlos nodded.

Getting to know their grandfather now, the kids had no idea this would be happening to them one day ago. Their mother had simply taken them by surprise when she came home the day before, waving five airline tickets in their faces. "Children, I have to be honest with you. I can't afford to support you anymore. You will have to live with your father from now on! He's a very handsome and rich man. He wi

nds exactly like Erica's, ' Matthew realized.

Squatting down, he picked him up. The little boy immediately wrapped his short arms around his neck and shouted excitedly, "Daddy! Daddy!"

Matthew couldn't help laughing. Even the boy's character was the same as that woman's.

Ashamed of his younger brother, Adkins pulled a long face and said, "Colman, can you come down? That man just said that we need to get a paternity test first."

Matthew raised his eyebrows at the angry boy, trying hard to suppress his smile. "That man? Didn't you say I'm your dad?"

While Matthew talked to their sons, Carlos kept observing the children thoroughly. There was no doubt that the eldest child was the one who resembled Matthew's personality the most.

The next moment, Adkins cast a cold glance at Matthew and asked, "Aren't you contradicting yourself now? Didn't you say we need a paternity test?"

Completely ignoring the confrontation between his brother and his father, Damian took two steps forward and looked up at the giant and fearless man. "Dad, I want you to hug me too!"

For a long time, he had wanted to feel his father's embrace.

Matthew promptly held him up with his free hand, and now he had one son on each arm.

Boswell looked at his father carrying his two brothers and thought for a while before he said, "Dad, I don't want to take a paternity test."

"But aren't you sure that I'm your father? Then why don't you want to do the paternity test?" Matthew deliberately asked.