Harry North was still standing half-stunned at the back of the crowd, staring wide-eyed at Eva Nightingale in Lucas Knight's arms: Oh my god! This woman, isn't she Miss Eva Nightingale from back then!
"Harry, take Ivy back to sleep." In the midst of his daze, Lucas Knight's commanding tone dropped.
"Big Sis~" The little munchkin kept staring at Eva Nightingale, feeling sour and envious. Dad must be lying, right? How could someone so beautiful be Dad's woman! That Dark Lord is so sneaky and...
Just as his thoughts reached this point, Lucas Knight coldly interrupted: "Ivy, Lily called and said she misses you. Be good and head back quietly, or else you won't get to see Mommy, hmm?"
As he spoke, he suddenly felt the little woman in his arms getting restless, moving a bit, and then Eva Nightingale broke free from his embrace, running to Graham Knight to console him: "Little Crown Prince."
"You should be good, and it's time to go to sleep."
"Tomorrow, I'll come to see you, okay?"
