"Harry, are you hurt anywhere?" As soon as Chester Yale's car drove off from the villa, Charlie Austin immediately sat up from the ground, anxiously checking the little buddy in his arms.
At this moment, Charlie Austin noticed that the usually mischievous little guy was unusually silent and cooperative earlier.
Harry lifted his head from Charlie's chest, his small face grimacing similarly to Chester's. He bit his thin lips, clumsily climbed out from Charlie's hold, puffed up his cheeks, and sat aside. It seemed like he was sulking with someone.
His large, dark eyes were staring straight at the direction Chester's car drove off to.
After a while, he moaned, "Little Evelyn was crying, I don't like dad, he only bullies Little Evelyn!"
Father...
These two words startled Charlie Austin, who dumbfoundedly gazed at the tiny figure in front of him.
A swift flash of white light swept through his mind.