Chris led Esmae upstairs, and when he reached the stairs he looked back worriedly. He relieved that the children were already on their respective sofas.
There was a moment of silence in the living room. Reynolds sat on the sofa with the baby in his arms. Helena sat with Lucia, and Shawn sat directly across from Spencer. They all looked at him.
“Come out. I want to talk to you.” In the silence, Spencer’s voice sounded faint.
“Lucia has nothing to say to you!” Helena responded first, but Lucia stood up in the next second and walked straight out. Spencer followed her with a sullen face.
“Reynolds, what are we going to do?” Helena asked Reynolds anxiously as she watched them walk out the door.
“What are you going to do about it?” He said, coaxing the baby in his arms. “Are you afraid Lucia can’t handle Spencer?”
Helena was at a loss for words, and…
The one who seemed to have something to worry about was Spencer.
As Helena relaxed and joined Reynolds in coaxing the baby, Shawn, who had been silent as an onlooker, said,
“Is it my turn?”
“Huh?” Reynolds and Helena both looked at Shawn.
“I haven’t held a baby yet…” Shawn said, surprised and aggrieved.
Indeed, because Shawn was cold and distant, he never offered to hold the baby, and no one ever offered to do so.
“Shawn… you always restrain yourself…” Reynolds said with a smile, but quickly handed the baby over to him.
Shawn glared at Reynolds and was immediately attracted to the baby’s whining. He lowered his head. His face didn’t change, but his heart had long since melted by her cuteness.
How could there be such a cute baby…
Reynolds and Helena smiled as Shawn’s expression which softened.
In the front garden, Lucia walked at a brisk pace. By February, many kinds of flowers were in bloom. The path was covered with grass. It looked like spring, but she was not in the mood to enjoy the view.
The footsteps behind her continued.
“You knew that her eyes would reveal her identity, yet you brought her to the public?!” Suddenly, Spencer’s low and cold voice was heard. Lucia stopped in her tracks and slowly turned around.
“Weren’t you the one who wanted to use the baby to get attention and bring her along?” Lucia asked with a sneer.
“That’s because I never knew she got her eye color from Arthur!” If he did, he wouldn’t have been so stupid as to put the evidence in front of the public! Spencer gritted his teeth.
“Are you blaming me for not telling you?” Lucia laughed.
“Lucia, even if she’s the bastard child of you and Arthur, don’t forget that she’s still my daughter. You’re shameless, but I’m not!” Spencer roared at Lucia angrily.
At this moment, he did not have the mood to consider the tone of his words. The thought that many people had guessed her background from her eyes made Spencer feel extremely embarrassed! What did those who knew think of him?!
Just as Spencer’s mind was racing, a shadow flashed before his eyes. He was shocked and quickly backed away. After being beaten several times by Lucia, his body was already subconsciously on guard, but even so, Lucia’s fist slid past his cheekbone.
With a burst of pain from the face, Spencer quickly covered the pain and looked up just to scold, but he was suppressed by Lucia’s murderous eyes.
Lucia kept up her punches. Her eyes were as sharp as a Hawk’s. Her murderous intent was threatening him as if killing him anytime.
“Say it again, bastard!”
Spencer hesitated for a few seconds, but now he was desperate too. He was afraid, but he said it anyway.
“I say bas…”
This time, Lucia’s foot landed accurately on Spencer’s stomach, causing him to stagger in pain and almost fall.
One of his hands was already covering his cheekbone, and now, Spencer was covering his stomach with his other hand, but he couldn’t complain anymore, because judging from his pale face from the pain, it was hard for him to say anything.
“Spencer,” said Lucia in a low voice, pulling back her foot and pressing toward Spencer with immense force.
“I admit that you have the ability to stir up trouble, but it won’t affect me. That’s up to me. The child is mine and Arthur’s. I’ve never denied this fact. As for what you think, you can do whatever you want, but if you offend me again, don’t blame me for not being polite!”
Spencer finally and slowly had the chance to breathe smoothly. He was still stubborn and answered, “Have you ever been polite to me?”
As soon as he said that, a shadow fell on his body that he was in so much pain. Spencer looked up and saw Lucia standing in front of him. The distance between them was less than 20 centimeters. The murderous intent in her eyes was already overflowing.
Glancing down at Spencer like a queen, Lucia sneered,
“Well said. Now that you’ve realized this fact, don’t expect me to change my attitude. I don’t care how you gossip in front of Esmae. For the rest of my life, I will treat you as my sworn enemy!”
With that, Lucia passed Spencer and returned to the house. Spencer was still in so much pain that he couldn’t get up. Every time he took a breath of cold air, the pain went from his throat to his stomach.
Back at the house, Lucia’s eyes gleamed with worry.
It seemed that she really had to evaluate if she disobeyed Esmae, the outcome was really irreversible.
At 5:30, Browns Manor’s Christmas dinner began on time. Four tables of exquisite food were laid out in the dining room. All the dishes were authentic and local dishes. The servants were all excited, because it was the only time of the year that they could sit with their host. And no one wanted to miss the meal, which was cooked by Esmae’s special chef, who came from their homeland every year.
“Everyone, stop what you’re doing and join the hosts for Christmas dinner.” The butler looked at the time as he waited on the servants who were still busy. He had been serving Esmae for decades, and he was already familiar with the tradition.
In the dining-room, the host took the lead to take a seat, then the servants took a seat in a line. At one time, the dining-room was full of people, very lively.
Lucia was sitting next to Helena. The baby was in her crib, asleep and unaware. Spencer was sitting next to her, which, of course, was Esmae’s arrangement.