The little boy's voice was soft and sticky, carrying a hint of tentative inquiry, fearing Marcus Knight's disagreement.
Next to him, Maverick Knight glanced at the man on the sofa and remained silent.
Timothy Knight stared at Marcus Knight, the latter's appearance handsome but somewhat cold, with a chill emanating from his features, making him seem unapproachable.
Marcus Knight's brow furrowed ever so slightly, "Except for that."
Upon seeing this, the anticipation in the little boy's eyes gradually faded, becoming dim and unspirited, not very happy.
Marcus Knight thought Timothy would throw a tantrum.
Unexpectedly, the little boy pursed his lips and switched to another request, "Well, I want Aunt Aurora to accompany me."
Marcus Knight lowered his gaze, his deep eyes sweeping toward the little boy in front of him.
Timothy lowered his head, displaying evident disappointment, yet his words were exceptionally considerate.
He didn't throw a tantrum.
