Naomi Kenway didn't go over immediately. She stood at the threshold, smiling as she watched for a while. She hoped her son could have good playmates or friends—the word 'loneliness' was just too frightening.
"Sean is so good with the little one. What a good boy," Naomi Kenway praised from the heart.
Ruby Preston was also a bit stunned. In her memory, her son had always been quiet and mature beyond his years, never clingy and fiercely independent when with her. She had always thought Sean was naturally cold and aloof, but seeing this, she realized it wasn't the case at all. Her son was a very warm-hearted big brother.
Naomi Kenway walked over, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the sweat from Ian Shaw's forehead. "How did you get so sweaty?"
Ian Shaw closed his eyes, slowly immersing himself in his mother's unique tenderness.
The tender scenes he never dared to imagine were now, step by step, becoming reality.
