Thinking of this, Chester Yale raised his head and glanced at Baby Yale, who was squatting on the cushion nearby, playing with building blocks alone.
The little buddy had a handsome face, was lying on the ground, holding a block with his small hand, carefully placing it on top...
The little look was exactly like Harrison Yale when he was young.
Cool, slightly evil-minded, smart in ways that didn't resemble a child!
Not cute at all!
Chester Yale narrowed his eyes, feeling that the air in his chest was even more stifling...
In his eyes, only a soft, coquettish daughter was his beloved padded jacket.
Yet, he had become both a grandfather and a maternal grandfather, and all he got were two troublesome kids. The more he thought, the sadder he felt.
"Where's the lady?" Chester Yale leaned back on the sofa, asking casually.
Right now, only his daughter could console his wounded soul.
