Before long, Byron came to the kindergarten to pick up the little ones.

On the way home, Estelle happily told him that their grandparents had visited.

It alarmed Byron, and he asked the two little boys, “Lucian, Nox, did Grandma do anything mean to you? Did she insult you?”

Lucian and Nox looked at each other and shook their heads.

Grandpa liked them very much, and they also liked Grandpa very much.

“Daddy, Grandma still refuses to admit that Lucian and Nox are my brothers.” Estelle was frank and worried.

Byron pulled over by the roadside and glanced back at the little boys. Then, he beckoned them to get closer to him.

Lucian and Nox thought their daddy was going to scold them for not being honest.

Unexpectedly, when they approached, Byron reached out his hand, touched their heads, and comforted them.

“It doesn’t matter. Sooner or later, I'll make Grandma apologize. Don’t care about what she says to you, alright?”

These little boys had learned to tell him the good rather than