Shane Sim was adding a resentful stare to his own son, Kevin Sim, who had a chubby little face all smeared with dirt. Shane Sim grabbed a tissue and roughly wiped his son's face.
Kevin Sim yelped in pain from Shane's rough cleaning, stretching out his hand and calling, "Father Stanhope... Father Stanhope..."
"You naughty boy! Why are you calling Father Stanhope? Your real dad is right here!"
Shane Sim scolded, cleaning even more roughly.
Tears in his eyes, Kevin Sim sought refuge in Wilbert Morgan's arms...
Stanhope Brown was sitting comfortably in his chair, legs crossed... he held a bottle of beer in his hand, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he watched the commotion.
Grace Gordon turned her head. She had rarely seen Stanhope so relaxed.
Maverick Mansfield was grilling food, while Grace Gordon helped bring the food over...
She noticed that Stanhope hadn't eaten much and offered him a piece of Maverick's grilled food. "Beef... would you like some?"