Layla's eyes widened as she gazed at Cole's photo on the laptop screen.
"Whoa! Our dad's so good-looking!"
Hayden shut the laptop, then thought to himself, "So what if he's good-looking? A spineless freeloader isn't worthy of our mom!"
"When can we go see Daddy? Do you think he'd be happy when he finds out about us?"
The only concept that Layla had about their father was a pure one, as Avery had never once spoken ill of him in front of them.
Every time Layla asked Avery who their father was, Avery would always patiently answer, "You don't have a father."
Hayden climbed back into bed, lay down, and stared at the ceiling.
"He won't," he answered bluntly.
Layla was upset.
"Why not? It's not like we want his money. I just want to spend some time with him!"
"Go to sleep." "I can't sleep," Layla huffed. "I want Dad."
Hayden was disappointed in their so-called father, which put him in a bad mood.
"Shut up," he snapped impatiently.
Layla immediately quieted down.
She could feel that her brother was annoyed, so she wrapped her little arms around Hayden, and cooed," I'm sorry, Hayden. I didn't mean to make you mad. If you don't want to look for Dad, I won't either."
Hayden pushed Layla's arms off of him, then said in a much calmer tone, "I'll let you know."
Layla ecstatically threw her arms around her brother once again and said, "Okay! I'll do anything you say!"
Avery stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the master bedroom and gazed blankly at the vista in front of her.
Four years had passed by in a flash.
It felt as if everything had changed, but it also felt like everything had stayed the same. 1
Avery had not been in contact with Elliot at all for the past four years, but they were still tied by the law.
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