Third day.
Arthur Lindsey kept his word and returned to the royal palace with his massive troop.
Mighty and spectacular.
A grand welcome ceremony was held for him by the currents.
Drums and gongs sounded, colorful flags fluttered in the wind.
Outside the palace gate.
The moment he stepped out of the car, Arthur wickedly emerged, his eyes immediately found the little girl among the crowd.
Looking expectantly.
He reached out, pulling her into his arms, holding her close, whispering in her ear like a gentle breeze, "Ella, has our baby been good these few days?"
"..." Ella Lacey, with her little mouth pouted, didn't answer him.
Humph.
The first thing this man cares about when he comes back is the baby in her tummy.
Why doesn't he ask how she, the mother, has been these days?
Arthur Lindsey could see right through her petty jealousy.
The crowd exploded at once:
"Mr. Lindsey spoils Miss Ella so much!"
"Yes, he's so indulgent..."
"They're so happy and sweet..."
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