Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 619

Little Billy stared at the video screen, momentarily taken aback as his dad's face appeared. His tiny tongue darted out, touching his lips before revealing a small, adorable pink tip that melted Andre's heart. Today, Billy seemed to be seeing a different version of his dad than he was used to.

Andre chuckled, "Don't you recognize Daddy anymore?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Billy's excitement grew, and he looked like he might just leap with joy.

Mia had a hard time holding onto her squirming son with one hand.

When Conner heard Andre's voice, he walked over, standing behind him with his hands clasped behind his back, leaning in to look at the lively little guy on the screen. "Son, take a look at your godfather." Faced with a stranger, Billy's excitement slowly faded, and he furrowed his brow, staring at the unfamiliar face.

Conner was puzzled. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Naomi had prepared some water, and Mia was about to feed Billy. "Honey, it's time to give the baby some water. You and Conner finish up and come home early."

After a brief exchange, the two men ended the call.

Mia cuddled her little bundle of joy close and planted a big smooch on his soft, chubby cheek.

"Oooh la la," she cooed, unable to resist showering her "little toy" with affection. "Do you think your godfather came to see you?"

"Oooh la la," Billy echoed in his baby babble.

Even though Grandpa Hansen often seemed less than friendly towards his eldest grandson, when Leo was seriously hurt, he made it a point to show no favoritism. After fussing over his younger grandson, he marched over to Leo's bedroom. "Leo, stay in bed. Grandpa's going to apply some ointment himself."

Leo was skeptical. "Grandpa, you're not going to take this opportunity for revenge, are you?"

Hansen hesitated for a moment, genuinely considering the question. "Not this time."

to trouble yourself,

refusal, the stubborn Hansen insisted on applying the ointment himself. Brandishing his cane, he threatened,

"I was only hurt in

before, but

in Grandpa's home remedies. A little knocking and tapping on the leg's pressure points will get the blood flowing, and your leg will heal in no time. I'll give it a good

if you've got a younger grandson now, you

Anya

have to rely on me! If you beat me to death, how do you expect your little grandson to make you a great-grandpa?

Poor thing.

a look with her adorably clueless son, finally remarking, "Your brother's got a point." The

his limbs and, leaning on his cane, briskly made

with a leg more seriously injured than before,

the most concerned, adhering to the old saying, "You are what you eat."

see Mia and her baby son, who had been eyeing the pork knuckles eagerly. "Mia, when does

Andre waited for news. "Why

day, now took on a

"Who bridged the

was taken aback.

the other can't get out. There's no trace of them

to make contact and collaborate. So, how did he make that contact? And how did

what evidence did he provide to make the

day, pondering the numerous doubts. The "bridge-builder" certainly wasn't clean! If they were going to act, they'd do it thoroughly and in one fell

why

hadn't yet gotten to

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