Aubree Groove was holding Lorcan Hart, who was very fond of curling up in Aubree's arms. His drool was almost leaking out of his mouth as he mumbled, "Lovely, lovely...".
Aubree couldn't help but smile.
Nana Breezent looked as green as a cucumber.
She grabbed her son by his collar and lifted him up, followed by a slap on his bottom.
"How could your father, a man who sticks to the rules so strictly, have a son like you who's so wandering in mind? This irritates me to death."
Despite being slapped, Lorcan didn't cry. Instead, he extended his stubby little hand towards Aubree in the air: "Lovely, hug."
Nana Breezent: ...
Where on earth did he learn to act like this?
When Aubree left, Lorcan was the one who cried the hardest. He chased after her with his short little legs. His crying was so heartbreaking that it made Nana Breezent feel terrible.
"My son, you have good taste. Your sister Aubree is the best," Nana Breezent said with a slightly bowed head, massaging her son's head.
