"A child worthy of instruction!"
Michael Gordon very slowly gave a four-word compliment, looking at the boy, sooner or later bound to fall into the hands of his darling daughter, just as he had fallen into Ivy Aretha's hands when he was so young. However, he truly didn't want the two little ones to end up like them, missing out on so much of their beautiful youth.
The biggest regret between him and Ivy Aretha was missing out on the most beautiful years of adolescence. He hoped that the two children could grow up together, keep each other company, and age side by side until their hair turned white.
"Daddy, does Brother Roy only like Sister Bianca and not me?"
