When I said that, my three-year-old son, Noah, stared at me in disbelief.Then he immediately opened his little arms and threw himself toward me, crying in a small, childish voice, "Daddy! Daddy, don't you want Noah anymore?"He rarely acted spoiled with me like this, so that one word, Daddy, made me pause.Had I just imagined it?Of course. It was too absurd. How could he possibly be my little brother?I hugged him and thought my wife, Clara, must have lied to me after all.But in the very next second, I heard his voice again.[Ha, throw me away? I'm his little brother!][Divorce is fine, but throwing me away isn't! Otherwise, how's he supposed to willingly buy me a house, a car, and everything else?]I stared at his mouth again.That was when I realized I wasn't hallucinating. I could really hear Noah's thoughts.I was so frightened that I let go of him at once and stared at him in horror.Clara finally came back to herself and hurriedly said, "Honey, I swear to you, I've
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