Chapter 272
“Mommy, I still want to sleep…” the little guy mumbled, pressing his cheek snugly against Lucy’s chest.
Lucy carried him outside, hoping the cool evening breeze would help him wake up. “If you sleep any longer, you’ll be up all night with me.”
Seven gave a groggy little “Oh” and furrowed his brows. “Then I’ll just sleep tonight.”
Lucy tilted her head and pressed a tender kiss to his forehead. They were taking a slow stroll across the estate’s sprawling lawn when the front gate buzzer suddenly rang.
Lucy carried Seven over to the intercom. Kingsley Sherwood’s face appeared
clearly on the security screen. Seven took one look and chirped, “Uncle Kingsley!” before his little face immediately darkened. “I’m not talking to him anymore. He’s too mean!”
Lucy couldn’t help but smile, nodding along with him. “Okay, whatever our Seven says.”
She set Seven down on his feet and pressed the unlock button. The heavy iron gates slowly swung open.
Seven stood firmly at the entrance, his little arms crossed behind his back. The second he saw Kingsley, he scowled and shouted, “What are you doing at my house? I’m never talking to you again!”
Kingsley looked at the boy’s tense, deeply serious expression and felt a warm smile touch his eyes. He crouched down, his tone incredibly gentle. “I came to see you. How did I upset my little Seven so much that you won’t even talk to me?”
Seven tipped his chin up in defiance. “I don’t want a mean guy like you around! You bullied Uncle Holt, and you were super scary!”
The innocent words felt like tiny needles piercing Kingsley’s chest. His own son was fiercely defending Jules Holt. It left a bitter, sour taste in his mouth—a mixture of deep jealousy and undeniable envy.
“Then what do I have to do for you to forgive me, and call me Uncle Kingsley again?” Kingsley’s tone carried a hint of grievance, along with absolute surrender.
This question stumped Seven. He tilted his little head, thought about it for a second, and announced clearly, “Leave my house.”
Hearing this, Lucy’s lips twitched into a smirk. She looked down at Kingsley, her voice frosty. “You should get going. Nobody wants you here.”
Seven immediately chimed in, raising a tiny fist to threaten him. “Yeah, go away! We don’t welcome you! You better watch out, or Uncle Holt will beat you up!”
Feeling both helpless and dejected, Kingsley quickly offered, “I came to apologize. I even brought you a
present With that
he placed designer shopping bag right in front of Seven.
Seven peeked at the packaging. It was a model car, his absolute favorite kind. Still, he stubbornly puffed out his chest. “I already have a ton of toys Without another word, he turned and sprinted away.
Lucy stared at Kingsley, her tone
perfectly flat. “Stop wasting youret
time. Even an innocent child can’t
stand you
Just imagine howe
thoroughly unlikable you are.”
Kingsley slowly stood up and offered another beautifully wrapped box. “Gifts for you
and Seven. I won’t bother you any longer.”
Leaving it at that, he turned and walked away without looking back.
Standing a short distance away, Seven watched Kingsley’s retreating figure. His little brow furrowed. “Mommy, are we bullying him?”
Lucy knelt down and met his gaze seriously. “No, sweetie. We just told him he
wasn’t welcome. Everyone has the right to say no to people they don’t like.”
Seven nodded, sort of understanding, but his attention quickly shifted. He pointed at
the gift bag left on the ground. “What about the presents? He left them.”
“If you like them, you can keep them. If not, I’ll have someone send them back,” Lucy said with a gentle smile.
The boy’s eyes lit up, a wide grin spreading across his face. “I don’t have that model car yet!”