Lily Shaw looked at his little figure and couldn't help but reach out to tousle his hair: "Silly boy, I didn't go far at that time, just hid in the hallway. I saw you run out, always following behind you. You were something else, I tried to help you home, and you drove me away. Hmph, didn't you end up crying, asking me to carry you home?"
Roy Thompson grabbed her hand and wiped his eyes with it: "Lily, I knew you loved me the most."
"Wrong, I love myself the most." Lily Shaw took a tissue from her pocket and gently wiped Roy Thompson's tears.
Looking at Roy Thompson, her face was full of a gentle motherly smile: This boy is exactly like when he was a child, clearly a more fragile kid than anyone else, his strong self-esteem turning him into a porcupine.
Eldest Young Master Grant listened quietly to the conversation between the siblings, watching his little woman take care of Roy Thompson like a mother, this man who was akin to a devil in others' eyes.
