His promise ignited the little guy's hope, and his eyes brightened, "Really?"
His eyes sparkled.
Spencer Sullivan smiled, "When have I ever gone back on my word to you?"
Yolanda shook her head without hesitation, "Never."
Her uncle had never lied to her, and always kept his promises.
He was so awesome, he must be able to help her find her mommy.
Thinking about it, the little guy happily hugged Spencer Sullivan, "Thank you, Uncle, you're the best."
His little hands held him tightly, showing no signs of letting go. Spencer could feel his delicate wrists and couldn't bear to break free.
He let him cuddle in his arms.
He lowered his gaze to watch the little boy's thick black hair, the faint scent of children's shampoo, and a hint of milky fragrance.
It made him feel inexplicably at ease.
The car slowly entered Wyverdalle Estates Villa.
Yolanda saw the familiar yard and house, and she was surprised, "Uncle, this is your and Auntie's home!"
Spencer Sullivan nodded, "Yes."