Larissa found it a little difficult to carry him in her arms.

Kevan hurriedly got up from the sofa and took the child from her.

"Aster …" He looked down at the boy, his heart aching greatly for him, and his voice unconsciously became hoarse too.

"Uncle Kevan." Aster greeted him politely, like the good boy he was, though the nasal twang in his voice was rather noticeable.

Kevan gritted his teeth, doing everything he could to conceal the harsh anger in his eyes. How dare Ruby touch his son? She must have been having it too good these few years.

Sitting down again, Kevan got Aster to sit on his lap.

"Does it still hurt?" He wiped Aster's tears away as he asked gently.

Dylan pursed his lips discreetly as he thought to himself, "Jeez, father and son have great rapport for sure." Only Aster could get Kevan to get over his extreme clean freakishness by making him willingly touch something that was absolutely disgusting in his eyes.

Aster nodded once.

Because of this simple act, the t