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Ben's composure gradually dissolved as he began to weep sincerely.

At last, unable to contain himself any longer, he gazed up at Richard. With a quivering, soft voice, he implored, "I've got only one mother. Could you return her to me?"

Richard was taken aback. Despite Ben's endearing countenance, which could soften anyone's heart, the notion of relinquishing his bride-to-be wasn't even a possibility.

"There are other mothers out there. I wouldn't object," he responded, casually shrugging and gesturing with an open palm.

Ben dabbed at his damp cheeks. "Then, could you make her care for me again? If she could just embrace me once more... I'd call you Dad if you could do that."

His words astonished Richard. He gaped at the boy, wide-eyed, for a few moments before stuttering, "Are you aware of what you're suggesting?"

"I am," Ben replied sincerely. "Whoever Mom likes, I'll like too."

His eyes sparkled with anticipation, and traces of cake still clung to his mouth's edge.