While on the way home, Jackson glanced over at Fred with indifference. Although Fred was only five years old, Jackson was unflinching and spoke directly to the point.

"You've met your mother. I don't know what you're thinking right now, but I want to tell you this. Be a good boy. Don't you try to do anything silly or hurt Jackie and Micah!"

Fred stared up at Jackson. "So, Uncle Jackson, when are you sending me away?"

Jackson arched an eyebrow, surprised at the boy's grasp. Jackson never intended to let Fred stay with them for a long time.

"Once Jackie gets tired of you, she'll let you leave. But before that, you'd better stay with her, understand? If you can keep her happy, I'll naturally arrange a better place for you to go."

Fred unconsciously wrung his hands in fear, his forehead covered in cold sweat. The little boy looked pretty calm at the moment, but he was still too young, unable to hide his nervousness.

"Am I just… Jackie's toy?" the boy asked.

Jackson's lips curled in