Kaelen stretched out his finger and poked Oliver's nose lightly, scolding softly:
"You brat, you truly do not make your fathers worry less at all."
The threats of spanking Oliver's butt were just angry words; they would not actually hurt their child for something he accidentally caused when losing consciousness. It was just that later on, they might need to monitor their son more closely, avoiding him being swindled away by some stinky beastman.
Oliver grasped Papa's finger, giggling. Finnick and Ryder climbed onto the bed, leaning in to look at the beautiful boy in Papa's arms. Oliver gave each brother a toothless smile. Ryder sighed with emotion:
"Oliver is truly weak right now; I feel like I just need to sneeze once to blow him dozens of meters away."
