"Daddy!" The little princess saw the man walking past the door, and she immediately climbed out of Ella Jackson's arms and darted toward Chester Yale, who was coming to visit her.
With a plop, she hugged Chester Yale's thigh.
Chester Yale instantly picked her up and walked inside.
"Evelyn!" Harry saw Evelyn Sherman walking behind, quickly put down his spoon, and ran toward her.
"Has Harry been feeling cooped up?" Evelyn Sherman looked at the delicate and handsome face in front of her, remembering the horrific car accident that day, and she still felt a shiver down her spine.
If Chester hadn't made arrangements in advance, instructing her to switch cars for the little darlings and had an empty car depart first, she truly might have been collecting their corpses by now.
"Not bored, don't cry, Evelyn." Harry wrapped his arms around her neck, pursed his lips, and planted a kiss on Evelyn Sherman's face, then pulled her to the front to see the family portrait he had drawn.
