Seeing how determined he was, Larissa relented. "Alright, you can sleep with him."

Kevan lifted up the blanket and stood up from the sofa. "I'll take a shower first."

"Wait a minute," Larissa called out.

"Yes?" Kevan turned around, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"To be honest, you didn't have to deliberately rush over here to accompany Aster," Larissa said after some hesitation. "Don't misunderstand me. I just feel that you should spend more time with your own daughter."

Although she wasn't fond of Bethany, that didn't prevent her from sympathizing with the child.

In Bethany, Larissa was vaguely reminded of her past childhood.

Like her, Bethany had grown up without parental love.

The loneliness, sadness, and fear she experienced was unimaginable to others.

Kevan had explained why he wasn't close to Bethany, but his explanation didn't convince Larissa.

"At this young age, children need the patient guidance of their parents. Now that her mother is not around, and you