Chapter 635

Chapter 635

As if sensing Henry's praise, Gabriel stirred in his sleep, his little face nuzzling against Henry's palm, and mumbled, "Black Wind is a dummy."

Henry and Zoey both chuckled softly. The atmosphere in the car lightened with this small interruption.

"Gabriel always says Black Wind is his defeated opponent."

Zoey turned a corner, and the outline of The Windsor Manor appeared in the distance. "I used to think he was exaggerating."

"It seems our Gabriel is even more remarkable than we thought," Henry said gently, his fingers tracing Gabriel's features, searching for more similarities to himself.

By the time the car pulled into The Windsor Manor's garage, Gabriel and Travis were sound asleep.

Henry carefully carried them to the children's room, handing them over to the waiting nanny.

"Bath and change before bed," Zoey whispered, kissing the children's foreheads. "You did great today, my little heroes."

Back in the master bedroom, Henry loosened his tie and suddenly turned, pulling Zoey into his arms.

His expression was unusually serious, his brows furrowed.

"Zoe, Gabriel being 'Ghost' must remain a secret."

His voice was low and firm. "The international hacker world is no joke. If his identity gets out..."

Zoey nodded in his embrace, her cheek pressed against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. "I know. Today was an emergency."

"I'll strengthen our home network security and make sure Paxton and the others keep quiet," Henry said, his chin resting on her hair, breathing in the scent of her hair. "No matter what, I'll protect Gabriel and you."

Zoey's heart warmed at his words.

She looked up at Henry, who treated her non-biological son as his own, her eyes filled with emotion.

Without thinking, she stood on her tiptoes and gently kissed his lips.

"Thank you for caring for them so much."

She whispered, her fingers threading through the short hair at the back of his head. "You have no idea what this means to me."

Henry's arms tightened, deepening the kiss.

For six months, he had wanted to tell Zoey that he was the man from that night, that Gabriel and Travis carried his blood.

But every time he tried, he feared scaring Zoey away.

Now, feeling her closeness, he almost couldn't hold back.

Just then, the shrill ring of a phone shattered the moment.

Henry frowned in annoyance, reaching to hang up, but froze when he saw the caller ID, "Franklin."

Zoey laughed softly, pulling the phone from his pocket. "You dare hang up on Dad?"

She answered the call. "Dad?"

Franklin's robust voice came through the line. "Zoe, bring Henry and the kids over for dinner tomorrow! I got some salmon, perfect for Gabriel and Travis."

Zoey looked at Henry, who nodded reluctantly.

"Okay, we'll be there tomorrow," she agreed, adding, "Gabriel did overwork his brain today."

After hanging up, they exchanged a smile. Though the intimate moment was interrupted, a deeper connection seemed to have formed.

Henry tucked a stray lock of Zoey's hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her soft skin.

"After we see your father tomorrow, I have something important to tell you," he said suddenly, his eyes more serious than ever. "About four years ago."

Zoey's body tensed for a moment but quickly relaxed. "Okay."

She responded simply, unwilling to discuss the night she had tried so hard to forget.

Henry saw her reluctance and sighed inwardly.

Maybe tomorrow wasn't the best time to confess, but he couldn't continue this lie any longer.

Especially now, after witnessing Gabriel's incredible talent, the pride and responsibility of their shared blood almost overwhelmed him.

Outside, a full moon rose quietly, its light bathing the embracing couple.

Tomorrow would be a new day, perhaps a day of revelations.

Morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of The Windsor Mansion's main dining room, casting a golden glow on the elegant tableware.

Hazel was adding a third honey pancake to Travis's bowl, while Gabriel focused intently on his vegetable salad, his little face full of concentration.

"I heard our little hero showed his skills yesterday?" Alfred put down his newspaper, his eyes crinkling with a smile as he looked at Gabriel.

Gabriel looked up, a bit of salad dressing on his mouth. "Grandpa, are you talking about Dad's company's computer? That was easy."

"Easy?" Hazel exclaimed, nearly dropping her fork. "Paxton called this morning and said it was a trap set by the world's second-ranked hacker!"

Travis, his mouth full of pancake, mumbled, "Gabriel is the best! He's the number one Ghost! Black Wind is second and can never beat Gabriel!"

He waved his honey-covered hand, almost knocking over his juice.

Henry quickly steadied the cup, shaking his head with a smile. "Slow down, no one's going to take your food."

"No wonder he's my grandson," Alfred said proudly, straightening up as if Gabriel had won an Olympic gold medal instead of defeating a hacker. "Such talent at a young age, he'll achieve great things."

Zoey and Henry exchanged a glance.

They had discussed it last night; Gabriel's identity didn't need to be hidden within the Windsor family, but everyone had to be warned not to spread it.

"Grandpa, hacking isn't always a good thing," Gabriel suddenly put down his fork, his expression unusually serious, like a little scientist. "Mom says with great power comes great responsibility. I can't use these skills recklessly."

The dining room fell silent.

The adults were surprised to hear such mature words from a child not yet four, and Hazel's eyes even grew a bit misty.

"Well said, Gabriel!" Alfred praised, lowering his voice. "But you saved your dad's company, that's a big deal. What reward do you want?"

Gabriel tilted his head, thinking. "Can I have a new circuit board? I want to build a small computer."

"I want a dinosaur model!" Travis immediately raised his hand, not wanting to be left out.

Henry laughed, ruffling his sons' hair. "You'll both get what you want. I'll take you shopping after school."

The sunlight grew brighter, casting tiny sparkles on the table through the crystal chandelier.

The family's warm breakfast scene was as cozy as a painting.

Meanwhile, in a high-rise office on the other side of the city, the atmosphere was completely different.

Gregory slammed his laptop shut, his eyes behind his glasses gleaming with a dangerous light. "Are you sure the intel is accurate? 'Ghost' is a child not even four years old?"