Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

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."

"No need to trouble yourself, Grandpa. I can

Hansen insisted on applying the ointment himself. Brandishing his cane, he threatened, "Lie down. I'm

only hurt in two places, but you're about to make it

Leo's screams echoed from his room. "Grandpa, my leg wasn't broken before, but it's going to be if you keep hitting it with

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 rub

younger grandson

like Leo took another beating. Anya couldn't bear

do you expect your little grandson to make you a great-grandpa? Maybe in another life... ah."

Poor thing.

her adorably clueless son, finally remarking, "Your brother's

Hansen stretched his limbs and, leaning on his cane, briskly

evening, Leo, now with a leg more seriously injured

adhering to the old saying, "You are what you eat." So she made Leo a

and her baby son, who had been eyeing the pork knuckles eagerly. "Mia, when does Uncle get off work? I think I'll go to the office

waited for news. "Why haven't we made a move

making light of the situation earlier in the day, now took on a more serious demeanor as evening approached. "Don't we already know about the Walker

pondered. "Who bridged

was taken aback. "There's a

to illuminate the bustling metropolis, Andre found comfort in the cool, dark, and quiet atmosphere. He slightly turned his chair to face his friend. "One can't get in, the other can't get out. There's no trace of them on the dark web. The Walker family doesn't know about the feud between the Cedillo family

and collaborate. So, how did he make that contact? And how did they collaborate? Even with VPN technology, it's nearly impossible to find Old Walker's private contact details on Mars, so how could

did he provide to make the Walker family trust

most Andre had spoken all day, pondering the numerous doubts. The "bridge-builder" certainly wasn't clean! If they were going to act, they'd do it

listened quietly, finally understanding why Andre had been

yet gotten