"Dad!" A clear, sweet cry shattered the tranquility inside the house.
After wrapping up a grueling five-game road trip, Goodwin slowly pushed open the front door, his body looking slightly weary.
At that very instant, a tiny figure came sprinting over like lightning—it was Grado, who had already learned how to run and talk.
Grado had fully grown into his features by now, his delicate facial features seeming as though they had been meticulously sculpted by the heavens.
His high nose bridge, deep eyes, and slightly upturned lips all showcased the powerful influence of his parents' excellent genes—he had perfectly inherited the stunning looks of Goodwin and Anne Hathaway.
It was easy to imagine that, given time, Grado would surely grow into a handsome, suave young man who would captivate countless girls.
After all, with such a handsome father and beautiful mother, how could the family's looks possibly be lacking?
A brilliant smile immediately bloomed across Goodwin's face. He quickly bent down, scooped Grado tightly into his arms, and lightly kissed the little boy's rosy cheek.
Showered with his father's affection, Grado instantly beamed and let out a string of bell-like laughter. "Hehe..."
His innocent, carefree appearance was enough to melt anyone's heart.
At the same time, his other two adorable daughters came running over at the sound. Like two cheerful little deer, they rushed toward Goodwin, each trying to get there first.
One daughter tightly hugged Goodwin's left leg and called out sweetly, "Dad!"
The other wrapped her arms around his right leg and chirped in her childish voice, "Dad!"
For a moment, Goodwin was surrounded by his three innocent children, and a tide of happiness surged through his heart.
In an instant, all the exhaustion from his journey seemed to vanish.
Immersed in the warmth of his family,