At this point, the silvery moon had brightened the night sky, and peace in Southridge had been restored.
It took Zachary quite some time to get the three children to sleep. Just when he was about to leave, Robbie sat up and whispered, “Daddy, we need to talk.”
Zachary gestured for Robbie to come out of the room since he did not want to wake Jamie up.
Both of them went to the study. Zachary removed his coat and put it on Robbie. “Here. Don't catch a cold.”
The six-year-old looked ridiculous as the oversized coat covered his entire body, exposing only his tiny head.
The warmth from the coat gave Robbie a sense of security.
As per his usual practice, Zachary sat on the sofa and poured himself half a glass of cold wine.
“No drinking, please, Daddy,” Robbie stopped him. “Mr. Ben said you can't drink wine since you've just recovered.”
“Damn you, Ben,” Zachary cursed silently.
“From now on, the three of us will be watching you closely. No smoking, no drinking wine anymore!” Robbie put on a stern face and frowned.
That remark rendered Zachary speechless. “All right. I'll stop drinking.”
As a father, Zachary cared about his children's feelings and how they thought of him. He still had to practice self-control when he was with them.
“Come. Let me see how much weight you have lost.” Zachary extended his hands to Robbie. “I was so busy in the last couple of days that I didn't manage to take a good look at you.”
Robbie walked over and gave Zachary a hug. He choked up and said. “Daddy, I thought I would lose you forever...”
Robbie's words instantly warmed his heart.
“Silly boy.” Zachary rubbed his head and smiled. Ever since he brought the children back from Arkfield, he was so caught up with other things that he did not have the time to talk to the children.
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