Chester Yale cradled Baby Yale, slowly rising from the sofa, and arrogantly glanced at Lucas Scott, his thin lips slightly parted.
"Baby, remember, I'm your most beloved grandfather, and as for this person, when you see him in the future, you can just casually deal with him, call him whatever you like."
"Chester Yale, don't go too far!" Lucas Scott was enraged.
It's bad enough he has an extra Little Princess, but he's using her to provoke him.
Is he bullying him for not having a granddaughter?
He has a daughter!
Lucas Scott reached out to pull Isla in front of him, stiffened his neck, and defiantly parted his lips, "When Isla grows up, I'll have a granddaughter too!"
"Hmm, who was it that said their daughter is still young and can stay by their side for many years, telling me not to be jealous?" Chester Yale arrogantly curved his lips, provocatively opening his lips.
His gaze fell on the obedient Isla in front of him, pondering something before slowly adding another sentence.
