Lily's heart melted immediately at the sight of her son. She couldn't help but feel that she had failed to let them enjoy their babyhood.
Most children grow up being breastfed by their mothers, but her children—though different—should not be treated as though they were strange.
She ruffled Sorrel's hair and kissed his small mouth. "You are not wrong, my dear. It's Mommy who failed in her duty as a mother," she murmured.
Angus gritted his teeth. Never in his life had he been this angry. Even with Liam and the others constantly provoking him, he had never once lost control over his temper. But this little thing was actually pushing him to his breaking point. If not for Lily's presence, he would have already pounced on Sorrel.
"Didn't you say you were going to play? Both of you should leave now!" Angus's eyes darkened into an even deeper shade of crimson, his gaze on Sorrel sharp like daggers, as if trying to pierce through his skin.
