For example, the eggs in the morning were delicious, but the milk was too sweet. She ate everything, so she was a good kid.
Kelvin patiently listened to his little daughter as she nestled in his arms, talking about trivial matters.
His smile was faint, his gaze gentle.
Occasionally, he would respond to her, and the father and daughter got along so well that they didn’t need anyone else.
Oliver, sitting alone on the other side of the couch, got tired from listening.
He couldn’t help but imagine in his mind. If the person sitting on Dad’s lap and talking right now was him, he would probably get slapped.
“Get lost! Why do you talk so much as a child? Go study!”
There are three versions of the Foley family hierarchy. The first version is based on Oliver’s criteria: Mom – Sister – Grandpa – Oliver – Chance – and then Kelvin.
But Grandpa has a different standard: Great-granddaughter – Granddaughter-in-law – Great-grandson- Chance, and then Grandson.
And in Kelvin’s eyes, it’s always: Wife – Daughter – Grandpa – Son – Chance.
Oliver sometimes thinks that his situation isn’t too bad after all. At least Chance lives in a doghouse while he sleeps in a children’s room. Life is still worth looking forward to.
Old Mr. Foley hid in his study, reading magazines all morning. When he heard the commotion downstairs, he quickly closed the bikini photos in his hands. He scratched his head and ears, took a look, and finally hid the magazine on the bookshelf.
The books on the shelf were just for show; the magazine hidden here was the most dangerous yet safest place. There was no other way. All the treasures he had previously cherished were thrown away by Kelvin. This one was brought back quietly by an old friend from abroad, a collector’s edition.
After doing all this, Old Mr. Foley stood up slowly with his cane. Before leaving, he could pat his face a bit; it was a bit hot. But it didn’t matter; going out for a walk would do.
On the ground floor, Old Mr. Foley glanced around and didn’t see Omari’s figure, causing his eyebrows to furrow.
He stared at his grandson Kelvin and said, “Where’s Mr. Lara? You didn’t block him outside and refuse to let him in, did you?”
Kelvin’s lips twitched at his words. What a great grandpa he had! “Think whatever you want.”
What kind of attitude was that? Old Mr. Foley couldn’t stand his arrogant attitude. He was his grandpa, not his junior. He had no respect for the elderly and love for the young.
“Omari is a good kid. Every time he comes, he plays chess with me and brings me gifts, unlike you…”
“Apart from having the same handsome face as me when I was young, you don’t resemble anyone from the Foley family. You’re petty, pretending to be indifferent. Go and bring Omari in, or else you can sleep in your own villa tonight.”
After speaking, the old man was afraid that he would take the two little treasures away, so he quickly added, “By the way, daughter-in-law and the two children are fine here. You can go on your own.”
Cheyenne was lounging on the couch like a lazy cat, drinking water. Just as she lifted the cup and took a sip, she heard Grandpa telling Kelvin to sleep in the villa. She couldn’t help but burst into laughter, and the water accidentally spilled on her clothes, quickly dampening the collar.
She accidentally choked on water, immediately attracting the attention and concern of three people.
Oliver: “Mom, are you okay? Be careful when drinking water next time.”
Cierra: “Mom, do you want to drink from my water bottle? It has a straw, so you can sip it slowly and won’t choke.”
Grandfather: “It’s all Kelvin’s fault. If it weren’t for him, Cheyenne wouldn’t have choked. Cheyenne, make sure to punish him. Tonight, he’ll sleep in the study.”
Kelvin was rendered speechless.
“Grandfather, are you joking, or I’m actually not your biological grandchild?”
When old Mr. Foley saw his stern expression without a trace of emotion, he felt like teasing him. This child had a cold face since he was little, and he became even less lovable as he grew up.
It was only after Cheyenne appeared that he showed some normal expressions. Unexpectedly, Oliver, who was only four years old, had been taught the same personality.
“Of course, you are my own child. If you weren’t a descendant of the Foley family, I would have kicked you out with a broom a long time ago.”
“Then I’ll leave with my wife and children, leaving you as a lonely old man here!”
Old Mr. Foley definitely didn’t like this idea, and he was confident that the two babies would choose him.
“Oliver, Cierra, do you want to live with Great-grandpa or dad? Dad has to go to work every day. If you live with Great-grandpa, I can take you to school and fly kites with you.”
As soon as they heard there was something fun, Cierra didn’t hesitate at all. She rushed into the arms of old Mr. Foley.
“We choose Great-grandpa! Let’s eat… fried chicken.”
Old Mr. Foley was delighted. He hugged his precious great-granddaughter and planted a kiss on her cheek. “Good, today I’ll take you to have fried chicken, burgers and cola.”
Kelvin, on the other hand, was angry. “Grandfather, how can you take Cierra to eat junk food? She’s still so young. What if she gets sick?”
He was agitated and his voice was loud. Old Mr. Foley was taken aback by his yelling. “Well… I was wrong. I haven’t thought too much about it.”
Seeing his grandfather, who was already of such a great age, sitting on the couch with a pitiful look and apologizing, Cheyenne felt a little uncomfortable.
She couldn’t help but kick Kelvin to make him calm down.
“What’s the big deal about eating fried chicken? When I was little, I ate so many spicy snacks and chocolates. I am living fine now. Why are you making a fuss?”
“If she really gets sick from eating, come to me at the hospital. I am a doctor after all.”
Those were things Kelvin never touched. He didn’t let his grandfather give Cierra fried chicken because he loved his daughter.
But now being reprimanded by his wife personally, he didn’t dare to say anything.
Old Mr. Foley received his daughter-in-law’s assistance and felt warm. He wiped away non-existent tears and said in a affected manner, “Ah, Cheyenne is still the best. Unlike someone who dares to question me now.”
Kelvin’s face turned sour. He knew he had gotten a bit too excited just now, but apologizing was difficult for him.
“Hmph!”
Cierra looked at her grumpy father, then at her great-grandpa with tears in his eyes, and finally chose the latter.
She reached out and hugged old Mr. Foley, her voice sweet and soft. “Great-grandpa, don’t cry. Dad is naughty! Cierra likes Great-grandpa… kiss.”
A comforting kiss landed on old Mr. Foley’s face, making the old man extremely happy.
“Cierra is such a good girl. In our family, your dad is the most mischievous one. We won’t let him have dinner!”
“Yes, no dinner for him!”