"Daddy!" The porcelain-doll-like Little Princess, as soon as she saw Chester Yale, immediately ran happily towards him.
She hugged Chester Yale's thigh, lifted her little face, and sweetly called out to him.
Using her hands and feet, she tried to climb onto him; after half a day without Chester Yale picking her up, her face puckered with hurt as she pouted her little mouth.
Turning her head to look at Harry, who was walking behind, as if to complain to Elder Brother that she had been neglected by Father.
Harry stepped forward and pinched the Little Princess's cheek.
"If he won't hold you, Brother will." Saying so, he reached out and wrapped his arms around the Little Princess, a perfect example of a Sister Complex!
The adorable siblings, dressed in matching outfits, stood together looking like characters straight out of a fashion spread, exquisitely unreal.
Chester Yale stood beside the two darlings but was not looking at his children; instead, he looked up at Sheldon Yale.