Following behind Daxton Lancaster on the stairs, Violet Zimmerman felt a bit uneasy.
Although Daxton was chatting with the little guy all the way, Violet could tell he wasn't in a good mood.
The doctor said she had a cold constitution, making her chances of conception lower than ordinary women... otherwise, the mother-in-law wouldn't be so unhappy, complaining all the way back.
Walking into the room, Daxton sat on the sofa holding his son, and Violet carefully stood in front of him.
Ever since Robert asked "Dad" for snacks that day, almost every day after work, Daxton would bring something tasty for his son, but today he hurried back and didn't have time to buy anything.
Not seeing any snacks, Robert relentlessly searched Daxton's suit pockets, frowning and muttering, "Where's my snack? Where's Robert's snack?"
