It was normal for Harry to be so dependent on Evelyn Sherman since she raised him alone since he was little.
What surprised him was that the Little Princess, who had only met Evelyn a few times, also clung to her so much...
Even he himself almost thought, not to mention Misha Evans who didn't know the truth, that Molly was his daughter just like Harry.
"Daddy, hug..." A soft little body turned to the side, and chubby little hands began to grope around.
After groping for a while, unable to find Chester Yale, she pouted unhappily.
Chester's heart moved slightly, and he rolled over and lay on the bed, watching the Little Princess crawl into his arms following the scent, occupying his chest, and only then did she smack her little mouth contentedly, and continue to sleep.
Chester turned his head, looking at the delicate little face in front of him, and inexplicably, the image of Evelyn sleeping beside him flashed through his mind.
