Lucas Scott looked at his ignorant daughter in the incubator and then at Stella York, who was still unconscious, his gaze dimming.
"Uncle Scott." Chad Yakov came in from outside and walked straight to the incubator, tapping it twice with his long fingers, "Little one, I'm your Brother, I've come to see you."
"Puff puff~" Isla pouted her little mouth, blew two milk bubbles, glanced at him, and then her big eyes suddenly closed, sweetly falling asleep within a second.
"..."
He had just arrived, and she was already asleep. Did she dislike him that much?
Isn't it said that Sisters are supposed to be Brothers' angels?
Why does he feel like his might be a Little Demon...
Still a Little Demon that dislikes him...
"Are you handling the Scott Group's affairs?" Lucas Scott withdrew his hand from the incubator and raised his brows at Chad Yakov standing before him.
The eighteen-year-old youth, handsome and suave, had an unrestrained wickedness between his brows.
