Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1820

It was pretty obvious to me that my mom, who wasn't exactly a pro at handling babies, jumped at the chance to go on a business trip with my dad, leaving little Sophie for me to look after.

I glanced at Sophie, snug in my arms, her bright, innocent eyes locked onto mine, totally clueless about everything else around her. Maybe... this wasn't so bad after

all.

One day, I was chilling by the bay window with a book, when I noticed that Sophie had somehow climbed out of her cradle and was giving me the cutest, most intense stare.

"Are you hungry?" I asked.

Sophie tried to respond but only managed some adorable baby gibberish.

Putting my book down, I was about to mix up the formula the nanny had kindly prepped earlier, when I heard Sophie's tiny voice squeak out, "Bwother!"

the effort in the world for her to say. I stopped in my tracks, a bit unsure, and asked, "Sophie, what did you just say?" "Bwother!" she repeated, this time with more

"Brother?"

pronunciation was definitely getting

melted. With a grin, I gently

couldn't nail the word "brother," but I

princess had

rang up Andrew and Damita. They dropped everything and braved the freezing cold to rush over

talk now?" Damita exclaimed,

second too late. Sophie's eyes went wide with surprise,

and Damita were taken

softly, "Sophie, don't

refusing to let go, while

They hadn't been able to visit for a whole week due to work, and in those seven days, it seemed Sophie had