The cup was large, and it wobbled in the little one’s two small hands.
Seeing this, Chloe Reed reached out and took it, but her expression remained cold.
Noah looked at her timidly. "Auntie, you didn’t say thank you."
Chloe: "..."
She laughed in exasperation.
She looked down at him. "You’re not scared of me anymore?"
Noah looked at her cold face. He used to be scared of it, but surprisingly, he wasn’t anymore. He just shook his head honestly. "Not scared."
"Heh..." Chloe scoffed. "Wait till I call the Big Bad Wolf to snatch you away. Then you’ll be scared."
Noah shook his head. "My uncle will scare the Big Bad Wolf away."
Chloe: "..."
’I must be crazy.’
’Why am I even talking to a kid I can’t stand?!’
She looked at Walker Grant and said, "Move. I’m going home."
Walker Grant: "I haven’t eaten. No energy."
"..."
Noah carefully wiped his small hands with a hot towel and then began to eat.
He had excellent table manners, taking small, slow bites and not randomly grabbing at food.
Chloe found herself watching him.
Walker Grant noticed her expression. His gaze flickered downward for a moment before he quickly looked away.
He spoke up, "I’m planning to get custody of Noah."
Chloe looked at him, astonished. "Turning your nephew into your son? Aren’t you clever."
At her words, Walker Grant’s brow furrowed. He gave her a look of exasperation and said, "I just said I’m getting custody. I never said I was making him my son. He’s my older brother’s son."

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