Isaiah remained silent as Hunter added, "Lydia doesn't have much chance of winning in this lawsuit. The court will consider factors like income, job nature, lifestyle, and living conditions, and she doesn't beat me in these areas."The court does consider such aspects when making decisions concerning five years old children."She might not beat you in those, but you once pressured Auntie Lydia to terminate her pregnancy. For this alone, you can't win," Isaiah replied, mentioning the most critical reason."No one can prove it," Hunter stated flatly. He had already imposed a gag order, and no one would help Lydia. "There is surveillance in hospitals," Isaiah replied."Do you really think surveillance from six years ago still exists?" For the first time, Hunter saw this child acting like a child.Isaiah locked eyes with him and calmly said, "As long as it existed once, my mom can find it." This certainty piqued Hunter's curiosity even more about Cynthia's identity. Who was she,
Isaiah did not say anything more and headed upstairs. Hunter stopped him, saying, "Wait a moment.""What else do you need?" Isaiah asked simply."I want to talk to Lydia. Don't worry, it will just be a discussion about the education and upbringing of the two kids. I won't pressure her to give up custody." Hunter's handsome face remained cool as ever, and his tone lacked any emotion."I'll tell that to Auntie Lydia," Isaiah replied after a brief pause.Hunter nodded, and he waited downstairs. Isaiah handed him the agreement before going upstairs to speak with Lydia, and he recounted everything that had happened downstairs. When Lydia heard that Hunter wanted to have a conversation with her, she instinctively refused."If you don't want to speak with him, I can decline on your behalf." Isaiah understood, showing no intention to make things difficult for her.Lydia hesitated momentarily before finally saying, "I'll talk to him."This issue had to be resolved sooner or later; it
Isaiah put the vegetables into the pan, and there was a sizzle as the oil splattered around. Unfortunately, a tiny drop of oil splashed onto Isaiah's hand, causing a sudden pang of pain. He instinctively loosened his grip on the bowl, and the bowl ended up falling into the pan with a loud clang.Clang! Lydia hurried over and turned off the stove, showing concern. "Are you okay? Did you burn yourself?" "It's fine," Isaiah replied. The pain had already subsided, but when the tiny bit of oil initially hit his hand, it stung.Lydia examined Isaiah's hand to ensure there were no injuries. After making sure that he was fine, she let Jojo take him and Isabella to wash their hands before eating. She stayed behind to finish frying the vegetables. During dinner, Isaiah seemed distracted. His mind replayed the earlier incident in the kitchen. Despite being only a year older than him, Jojo could prepare several dishes with great presentation and flavor. On the other hand, Isaiah did not kn
As far as Kendrick remembered, the minestrone he had eaten before was simply poured into the pot without frying the vegetables beforehand."You have to fry them!" Isabella got all enthusiastic talking about it. She was a genuine food lover. "Jojo stir fries them before cooking, and it tastes so good!"Kendrick, who had little talent in these matters, did not ask any more questions."You don't need to feel inferior. You're only four years old, and there aren't many kids your age who can cook. Don't worry about it," Kendrick reassured Isaiah.Isaiah slightly furrowed his brow. When did he ever say he felt inferior? He simply wanted to learn to make a dish for Cynthia."However, if you really want to learn, you can ask Grandpa Jonathan and your dad. Grandpa Jonathan has a few signature dishes that your mom likes, and your mom loves anything your dad cooks," Kendrick suggested.Isaiah hesitated. He definitely was not going to ask Matthew."Why didn't I know Daddy can cook?" Isabella
Jonathan was pleasantly surprised to see the delicious-looking dish Isaiah had prepared. Just as Isaiah was about to ask Jonathan to teach him a couple more dishes, Riley showed up.She was dressed in a motorcycle suit, looking incredibly cool. As she entered, she called out, "Isaiah!""Auntie Riley?" Isaiah looked puzzled. It was clear he was curious about why she was here. Riley first greeted Jonathan and then explained to Isaiah, "Emergency! I need your help with a thing." "What is it?" Isaiah asked."Just go charm Uncle Travis a little. Let him know how adorable kids are," Riley said as she settled beside him.Ever since they got married, Travis made sure not to get Riley pregnant. His reasons were simple: he did not want her to suffer, and he did not want her to go through the pain of childbirth. Every time this topic came up, Riley would say that she loved babies, did not mind suffering, and was not afraid of pain. Even so, Travis remained unconvinced."You should ask
Since then, Cynthia had not ridden a motorcycle, and Isaiah had not seen it either. Sometimes, he did not understand why Cynthia listened to Matthew so much, even when Matthew bossed her around like he was disciplining a child.This question lingered in his mind until they arrived at the Lincolns, and Isaiah finally asked Riley about it."Why do you think that?" Riley asked as she helped him remove his helmet."I don't know." Isaiah thought for a long time but could not come up with an answer. He could only guess, "Could it be that Daddy has something about Mommy that he can use against her?""It's not that complicated," Riley said as she held his hand. When she smiled, she looked gorgeous. "You've heard the phrase 'all is fair in love,' right?"Isaiah thought for a moment and nodded. "I've heard it.""Your parents fall into that category. Your mom is willing to let your dad take charge, and she enjoys being under his care," Riley explained.Cynthia had always been an independen
Riley led Isaiah upstairs. Isaiah had no trouble adjusting to the new environment; his adaptability was remarkable.Travis, seeing Isaiah busy with his things inside, pulled Riley toward the door. His voice was husky as he whispered, "You rode the motorcycle again. Did you forget what we talked about last time?""How could I forget?" Riley poked him playfully in the chest with a smile. "I remember everything you say."Travis glanced outside with a look that seemed to say, 'Do you really remember?'"Isaiah hasn't experienced it before, so I rode it to pick him up. I didn't speed," Riley explained.Travis finally decided not to scold Riley. In the past, he had never interfered with her freedom, no matter what she wanted to do. However, since the incident on the mountain racetrack where she had a close call during a race, he considered these activities dangerous.Moreover, it was easy to get into trouble with such activities.Luckily, Riley's riding skills were good, and she had
"What are you doing right now?" As she noticed he was not indoors, Isabella asked, "Are you playing outside with Auntie Riley?"Isaiah glanced at Nick. Blond hair, blue eyes, quite handsome— exactly Isabella's type...Isabella waited for a long time, but Isaiah still did not answer her. She grew impatient and asked, "Isaiah, why aren't you talking?""Auntie Riley and Uncle Travis introduced me to their neighbor," Isaiah replied honestly."Who's this neighbor?" Isabella was incredibly outgoing, a typical social butterfly. "Can I say hello to her?"Isaiah and Riley hesitated.With a hint of a foreign accent, Nick leaned in and asked Isaiah, "Is she your sister?""Mm." Isaiah nodded.Nick walked over and stood next to Isaiah. The two kids were both cute but had different styles. The contrast was so striking that when Isabella saw it, her eyes lit up instantly, and she warmly greeted, "Hello! I'm Isabella Quier." "Hello," Nick introduced himself as well.And that was it. Isaia