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? Sh