Mason lifted his head with effort, gazing at the tall and distinguished man before him. The expensive tailored suit accentuated his long and upright figure, making him appear even more striking. The innate air of refinement seemed as if he'd stepped out of a painting, yet the cold solitude that surrounded him prompted people to instinctively fear him and keep their distance.
"Mommy is waiting for me outside." Under Liam Quincy's gaze, Mason involuntarily puffed out his little chest, responding proudly. For some reason, he didn't want the man in front of him to think lightly of him.
Liam's gaze turned slightly cold at the sight of the little boy, who appeared around five or six years old. What kind of parents would heartlessly let him wander alone in the vast airport? It was truly irresponsible: "Wyatt, escort him out."
"No need, I can do it myself." Mason refused without hesitation. It was important to know that Mason Sutton, ever since he was five, had roamed between Yestria and Ferodia alone, playing tricks on those who tracked him, leaving them in circles. Today was merely a small airport, no need for an escort.
Upon hearing his confident words, Liam no longer spoke further, simply glanced at Wyatt and turned to leave.
Through years of tacit understanding, Wyatt knew Mr. Quincy's intentions. He saw Mason pushing the suitcase toward the airport exit and quietly followed.
Yet, intently focused on protecting the future flowers of the motherland, Wyatt failed to notice Mason Sutton, not far ahead, when realizing Wyatt's actions, a sharp glint flashed in his blue eyes. He then lightly snorted, his thin lips curving into a slight mocking smile.
"Such… misguided kindness!"
"Mason!" A clear voice sounded in his ear.
Spotting the woman leaning against the door of a Passat not far away, clad in a khaki trench coat with waist-length chestnut-highlighted curled hair and exquisite make-up, Mason's mocking smile quickly vanished. He assumed a cool expression, though beneath the sunglasses, unseen by others, his blue eyes were filled with the warm currents of melting winter snow.
"Mommy!"
Mason took a few quick steps, just about to speak when the backseat car window of the Passat lowered, revealing a little face almost identical to his. Simultaneously, it flashed a bright smile: "Brother!"
"Brother, did you drop your alias?" Wearing a panda suit, Bianca waved at Mason, smiling mischievously.
"Brother, were Bianca's fans very enthusiastic? Did any pretty aunties try to steal a kiss?" The little pink-cheeked girl blinked her blue eyes identical to Mason's, asking innocently with a smile. Her beautiful, pure face was like a fairy, capable of melting hearts.
But having just been tricked by his sister, Mason wasn't about to be deceived by their innocent smile again.
This little mischief is just like a sesame-filled dumpling, pristine and white on the outside, dark and crafty within.
"Bianca, are you sure you want to continue this topic?"
"No... Well, brother, I'll help you with the suitcase." Bianca shrank back, eagerly trying to prove useful by jumping down to take Mason's suitcase to the trunk.
"Scared of Mason being angry, yet never learns!"
Nancy, observing the interaction between the twins, shook her head with amusement, assisting the struggling Bianca in placing the suitcase into the trunk. She then swept her gaze over the crowd, as if sensing something, with an intriguing shadow glimmering in her cat-like eyes.
"Mommy, a kind-hearted uncle was afraid I'd get lost and followed me out." Mason naturally picked up on her expression and whispered.
"That's good." Nancy gently stroked her glamorous long hair, her feline eyes opening and closing, revealing exquisite allure, inadvertently enchanting the eyes of passing men.
A dark figure leisurely stepped out from the VIP exit, paused slightly, and instinctively cast his gaze upon her...
"Mr. Quincy?" Wyatt glanced at Liam Quincy beside him, whose presence was awe-inspiring, and instinctively glanced at Nancy again. Could it be that the rumored Mr. Quincy, who was not close to women, actually liked this type?
"Nothing." Liam withdrew his gaze lightly and turned around to get into the black Maybach that had come to pick him up.
"Understood." Seeing this, Wyatt secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If he wasn't mistaken, this woman already had a pair of twins.
So, Mr. Quincy shouldn't… should he?
"Maybach S-class, not bad, not bad. Looking at the uncle who just got into the car, both his looks and his physique are top-notch. Mommy, do you want to consider it?"
Bianca was leaning against the car window, watching the departing Maybach, she turned to hug Nancy's arm, winking at her teasingly.
"Mommy already has us, why would she want to date and marry? Is the phone not fun, or is the TV not interesting?" Mason reached out to pat Bianca's head, grouching.
"Exactly! Nowadays, men are too unreliable. On the surface, they may look decent, but behind the scenes they might smoke, drink, and abuse women. If Mommy marries such a scumbag, and we both get sold to poor mountainous areas, to be heirs for those who can't find wives, then we'd be done for."
"Stop, stop!"
Seeing the two little ones becoming more and more outrageous, Nancy quickly signaled them to stop, "Your mommy has absolutely no intention of getting married. So, you don't have to think about all those unwarranted things. Or else we'll only live this life of constant escape."
"Escape what?"
Just at this moment, a clear voice resonated.
"Godmother!"
"Godmother!"
Upon hearing this familiar voice, the two little ones raised smiles that could melt hearts, cheerfully calling out to Sean Grant.
"Good kids!" Sean bent down to plant a kiss on each of their cheeks, then turned to Nancy, squinting her sly fox-like eyes, curling her red lips as she returned to the topic: "Escape? Nancy, seems like you're hiding something from me!"
"Uhm..." Nancy suddenly felt guilty, rubbed her nose helplessly, glaring at Bianca who pretended to be innocent, "Isn't it just that this little rascal wants to pair me with Alvin Hughes, and then the other party took it seriously, so..."
"Alvin Hughes is handsome, wealthy, and well-built, with fans across the planet. His name even shares the character 'white' with mine, truly suggesting a predestined match. Mommy, are you honestly not going to consider it?"
Called out by Nancy, Bianca ceased feigning ignorance, blinking her purely innocent eyes, sincerely answering.
"Don't forget, you and Alvin Hughes are brothers, are you sure you want your brother to become your stepfather?" Nancy rubbed her brow. Even though they were back in the country, thinking about Alvin Hughes's persistence still made her afraid.
"Pfft..." Sean Grant nearly choked on the water she was drinking, amusedly watching Mason's aggrieved little face, "Bianca, Godmother has to say this—you treat Alvin Hughes like a brother, he wants to become your father—this is simply too inconsiderate; that's not acceptable."
"Godmother, Alvin Hughes is really good. Why is it bad if he becomes my dad?" Bianca was not yet giving up.
"Then you have to carefully consider, at least Alvin Hughes being your dad means losing a brother! Think about calling your big brother 'Dad', yet you are suddenly an entire generation younger than him, are you willing?"
"This..." Bianca hesitated, contemplating the sudden drop in generation from Alvin Hughes, seemingly not too reconciled…
"Seems like you haven't thought about this, but you can consider it later." Sean Grant patted his shoulder, signaling him to get in the car first, "Come on! You've just returned home, let's not dwell on this. Godmother will take you to eat something delicious."
"Alright!" Bianca nodded and obediently got in the car.
"Nice!" After settling the three children, Nancy gave Sean Grant a thumbs up.
Sean Grant flicked her neat ponytail, "Let's go! Serenvale, Godmother's treat!"