"Young Master, Miss Thorne."
Benny finally caught up, respectfully greeting the arriving Damon Hawke.
Damon Hawke nodded, his gaze falling on the little one who was crying, his brows habitually furrowing.
Since the little one became sensible, he rarely showed his emotions.
But now, the little one was actually crying?
How uncomfortable must he be?
"Damon, Charlie was just crying and calling out for mommy, he must be very uncomfortable."
Victoria Don hugged Harry Soo tightly, deliberately showing off in front of Damon Hawke.
"I didn't! I wasn't calling for you..."
Harry Soo wanted to argue, but the pain from his behind stopped his baby voice abruptly.
His gaze landed on Victoria Don's face, sensing the warning in her eyes, his little body couldn't help but shrink.
Waaa!
The vicious old auntie is so scary!
Even if he tells, would this makeshift dad believe him?
"Caught a cold? Feeling really bad?"
