After reaching, he walked through the winding alleys and finally stopped at the door of Lyre Spiti.
Across the garden, he can hear the faint and tender laughter coming from the villa.
It was like Molly's voice.
Thinking of Molly the sweetheart, Anthony's eyes gradually softened, and he stood quietly at the door waiting to pick her up.
Ten minutes later, Lyra and Malcolm led the two babies out.
Molly saw Anthony and ran to give him a hug.
"Anthony~"
Anthony squatted down, and when she approached, he wrapped his long arms and hugged her firmly, then looked at Lyra and Malcolm and said, "Rara, Mr. Malcolm, Molly is going to be late for kindergarten. I'll take her away first."
"Okay." Lyra responded .
Malcolm nodded slightly.
Spencer, who was being held by his daddy, pouted and stared at the back of Anthony and Molly laughing with a displeased expression.
Lyra saw his expression and asked, "Baby Spencer, don't you want to go to kindergarten too?"
Spencer shook his head, "My illness is not yet cured, and the injections are too time-consuming to go to kindergarten like Molly."
With a proud face, he continued, "Moreover, I can't play a lot with them. I can already do the math Olympiad for students in junior high school, but they are still learning addition and subtraction from 1 to 10. There is no common topic."
Lyra got it.
"That means you don't like your godfather and don't want to see him?"
Spencer snorted, "He's Molly's godfather. I've never admitted him. I really don't want to see him. It's annoying to abduct Molly every day."
Malcolm bent over and lifted his little butt with his big palms, cradling him into his arms.
Spencer rarely enjoyed his father's hug because he sat in the hospital bed for a long time. He liked to hug Malcolm's neck, and his small head laid on his broad shoulder.
Lyra was beside him, stroking his short shaggy hair, lovingly.
"Daddy, it's fortunate that you won Mommy's heart back then. If it's that Anthony, hum! I'm going to cut off the father-son relationship with him."
The corners of the couple's mouth twitched.
Malcolm corrected, "If your mum was with Anthony, their baby wouldn't be you, and you don't know where you were born yet. You're just my baby and Rara's."
It was a unique baby with his and Lyra's genes.
"Why? I don't understand..."
"You'll understand later."
The three left Lyre Spiti and went to the White family's garage, ready to go to the laboratory for infusion.
...
Anthony took Molly on their way to kindergarten.
Molly grabbed the car window, and was curious.
Even though she saw the same street scene every day, she was still very interested in it.
After a while, a quarreling young couple appeared on the street.
The woman turned around and left, but the man immediately chased after her, and a loving hug came from behind.
Molly blinked, thinking of Anthony and Mavis inadvertently.
"Your dated with Mavis yesterday. How was it? Did you have fun?"
She giggled and looked mysterious.
"The date went well, and Mavis was also very happy." Anthony thought for a while, then asked, "If I make Mavis really your godmother, would you like it?"
Molly clapped her hands, "Of course, Mavis rescued me and treated me very well. Fortunately, it wasn't that Auntie Nevaeh. She is old, ugly, and mean. You must not like her."
Anthony smiled warmly, driving with one hand and rubbing her head with the other.
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