At that time, he hadn't regained his memory yet and already felt repulsed by him. If you really have to describe it, maybe it was the legendary—clashing auras.
He saw Robert Thomson's hand on Emma Smith's shoulder, and the two of them were hugging closely. Their daughter was in Emma's arms, blinking her eyes and suddenly looking at her mom before crying again—Little Lucky was hungry and wanted to have some milk.
"Baby, what's wrong? You just had a diaper change. Did you poop again?" Robert didn't like Dylan King and simply ignored him, focusing his attention on Little Thomson, who was acting like a big shot.
He checked the diaper, and her little butt was dry. There was no pee or poop. And since they were around, she probably was just hungry.
"Stinky girl, you want to eat after just pooping?" Robert pinched her little nose without any reservation, and Little Thomson cried even louder.
