Charles Seymour stared at Bao'er, sighing helplessly in his heart. From the very start, he felt he'd had a nemesis.
Ever since Bao'er had a mother, he didn't want him as a father anymore.
The crucial point was, he'd even compete with him for Sophie's attention.
If he had known, he would have had a little girl instead.
Sophie Wilson looked up and saw Charles Seymour looking conflicted and troubled. She waved at him and then smiled gently at Bao'er, saying, "Look, daddy brought you the fruit you love to eat. Isn't daddy great?"
Upon seeing the food, Bao'er's little face beamed with a smile and he joyfully said, "Daddy's great!"
This little suck-up!
Charles cursed internally but still fed a piece of the cut fruit into Bao'er's mouth while advising, "Eat slowly."
"Mmm..." Bao'er responded, and his little mouth worked hard on the fruit.
Just then, Charles Seymour's phone rang. After taking the call and saying a few words, he hung up.
