Revenge After Death

Chapter 657

"You're already an adult. You should have your own thoughts and not be easily swayed by others. You should also live your own life, so you should learn how to stand for yourself, Steven calmly said, looking at Rachel. She remained silent and continued eating her steak. We said nothing more, and the kids were also quietly eating their own food.

Xan quietly played with her Rubik's cube, her presence often going unnoticed. She seemed to have a knack for quickly transforming it into patterns or even words that she liked.

The tiny squares of the Rubik's cube would have given a headache to most people, but she was always having a great time with it.

Ashton seemed to have a natural instinct to look after and protect Xan since birth. With great effort, he cut the steak and pushed it over to Xan. He then patted her head and urged her to eat first.

Both of them seemed to have an unspoken emotional connection-they knew what the other was trying to say just by sharing a glance.

"Now that I'm looking, both Ashton and Xan took after their father.' I glanced at Steven, noticing how his unique mixed-race genes were reflected in the kids. Their deep-set eyes, high nose bridges, long eyelashes, and pale skin were traits of his.

He carefully studied them and said, 'I think they took after their mother instead."

I simply smiled without replying. After all, they were the products of both of our genes.

We dropped Rachel off at home after dinner.

The entire trip was so peaceful it gave me the illusion that we were just an ordinary family leading a normal life-having dinner with friends and our children, going shopping together, buying things we liked, and enjoying our favorite snacks.

for a bit after leaving Rachel's place. We passed someone

the car and went down to buy some cotton candy,

you not get

Ashton. 'Go buy it yourself if

glanced at him before obediently getting out of the car

thing. "I laughed amusedly before handing the

and said, "Dad bought it for you, Mom. You

he wasn't the most reliable father,

we still felt like

of him. It

intelligence was much higher than Steven's. He bought four servings in total-one for

the two servings in hand, feeling extremely

one, or you'll end up with rotten teeth." Steven

handed it to

a loss for words as he looked at Steven. Wouldn't he end up

of my cotton candy. It tasted just like how it was during my childhood, but somehow,

in fog. I wasn't exactly clear-headed and couldn't shake the feeling

with Stevie in