They must be jealous of him...
Yes! That's it, jealousy!
Lucas raised his hand and pinched Molly's tender cheeks, his heart immediately finding balance.
His little angel liked him so much; let them be jealous!
Chester cast a glance at Lucas, who was showing off while holding his daughter, clenching his fists to restrain himself from rushing over and fighting for her.
His gaze then fell on the little boy beside him, noting his cold expression and his frown deepened slightly.
For a child of just a few years old, when he put on a serious face, he looked just like a small adult, his aura no weaker than that of an adult.
More importantly, he had never heard of any family having such a shrewd little boy...
What was his name, and where had he sprung from?
Chester watched as Molly climbed down from Lucas's embrace and reached out to hold the little boy's hand, his brow furrowed tightly.
