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... irits, not expecting to encounter his own son in such a modest restaurant. The smile on his face froze, and when he met his son’s gaze, his legs felt as if they were filled with lead, fixing him to the spot, standing in the middle of the restaurant, forgetting to react.
The father and son stared at each other, neither speaking, one narrowing his peach-blossom eyes, the other looking utterly shocked.
"Uncle Shaw," Mia Foster murmured instinctively, then glanced again at the booth ...
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