Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel Chapter 618

Frank and Ava each carried a child down the stairs. When they reached the stairs, they saw that the downstairs was a lively place. Trevon put the red wine in the kitchen and walked out. He looked at the scene in front of him and smiled faintly.

Hearing the commotion in the living room, Grace and Emma came out of the kitchen and were about to help when Trevon stopped them. "It's fine. It'll be over in a while."

At night, Grace dismissed all the servants and prepared to cook with Emma personally. Seeing Trevon's relieved expression, Grace and Emma stopped in their tracks. However, they still walked back to the kitchen worriedly.

Trevon glanced at the stupefied Ava and the smirking Frank at the top of the stairs. With his hands in his pockets, he retracted his gaze and shouted, "Sophia, come over."

Jasper quietly pulled Ruby, who was about to grab her brother, back. He meant that they could do whatever they wanted. Everyone in the living room was watching the two of them snatch the items. Harper cheered them on, thinking that the two of them were playing tug-of-war. "Cheer on..."

Rose turned to look at Edward with a question in her eyes. Could Harper understand the situation? Was this the time to cheer?

Edward chuckled. "He is still young."

Upon hearing her father's order, Sophia immediately let go without any warning. Liam, caught off guard by the sudden release, ended up sitting on the ground with a thud due to the force of his grip. Natalie hurriedly helped him up, asking, "Are you hurt from the fall, Liam? Sophia!"

Sophia, who had walked to her father's side, quickly ran back to do her daily operations. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snatched it from you."

Everyone was stunned.

After apologizing, Sophia returned to Trevon's side. She lowered her gaze and looked at her toes. Her attitude of admitting her mistake looked very sincere, so much so that Trevon could not bear to criticize her anymore.

Trevon touched the top of her daughter's head. "Go play."

Upon hearing this, Sophia quickly ran to the toy section as if she had been pardoned. She stuck out her tongue at Olivia from a place where no one could see her.

Olivia stood beside her brother, Jasper, and smiled at her sister's basic actions. Jasper was as calm as usual.

Hackett's son was playing with a submachine gun happily by himself.

Frank carried the child down the stairs with one hand and teased, "If your dad had the same speed of admitting mistakes as you do, would he have been single for so many years?"

Everyone laughed. Even Natalie stood up and smiled. She went forward to take the child from Ava's hand. No one picked up the child in Frank's hand for a moment.

Hackett gave Frank a thumbs up. "Great."

Trevon could not be bothered with the two of them echoing each other. They touched a sore spot. He arranged for the children to play in another corner. At the same time, he arranged for his son to take care of the two little girls and not let Sophia fight with Liam again.

Jasper nodded. Trevon knew that as long as his son agreed to something, he would basically do it. Now that Jasper had promised, it meant that they definitely wouldn't fight.

Ever since Theo left, Trevon had also noticed the changes in his son. Jasper spoke less and less, but he was much more serious in doing things. Every day, Jasper would complete the mission according to the timetable Trevon had set. Every day, Jasper would go to Theo's study to practice his calligraphy.

Natalie and Trevon did not know what Theo had said to Jasper alone that day.

Hackett was ready to hug the child. "Let me try. Come and let me hug you. I'm much more handsome than your dad. Why are you sticking to your dad? Your dad doesn't know how to make you laugh."

The children's area in the corner was separated by William some time ago. He planned to let his grandchildren play. The children were having a good time and did not fight.

Trevon glanced at the rather harmonious atmosphere.

Frank gently placed the child in Hackett's arms. At first, Cyril was quiet. He blinked his round little eyes and stared at Hackett. After looking at him for about a minute, Cyril started crying. With a loud cry, his voice echoed throughout the entire villa.

It attracted Grace and Emma from the kitchen to come out and take a look. When they saw the situation clearly, the two of them returned to the kitchen and smiled helplessly.

Hackett did not return the child to Frank immediately. Instead, he continued to coax Cyril. Natalie hugged Nona and extinguished Hackett's thoughts. "Even if you turn yourself into a cradle, you might not be able to stop Cyril from crying."

Seeing that Cyril in his arms showed no signs of stopping crying, Hackett gave up. "I'll return him to you. Brat, you have no taste. I'm much more handsome than your dad, okay? With your standards, I'm really worried about your future aesthetic preferences."

Ava continued to smile on the side, while Rose had already taken a seat on the sofa. Anyway, even if she held Cyril, he would still cry, so she decided not to attempt it. Natalie sat down on the sofa, holding Nona, and joined Rose and Sherri in amusing the baby.

Trevon pressed his tongue against the corner of his lips and went forward to stand in front of Frank. He reached out and took the child from Frank's arms without saying a word. Everyone seemed to be waiting for Cyril to cry.

A moment later, the crying did not sound as expected. Ava looked at Frank's face and then at Trevon's face. Could it be that Cyril had recognized the wrong person? The two of them looked different, although they were both handsome.

Everyone waited for a while, but Cyril still didn't cry. Trevon gave a beautiful smile and said smugly, "Frank, Cyril clearly has good taste. It seems he knows who's more handsome. Why doesn't he cry when I hug him? Reflect on yourself."

His last sentence was a sarcastic remark directed at Hackett.

Everyone was quite surprised. They didn't expect Cyril not to cry when Trevon held him because Cyril had never allowed anyone else to hold him. Trevon hadn't held him since he was born.

Ava placed her hand on Frank's shoulder, gesturing for him to call out their son's name to see if Cyril got distracted. Following the cue, Frank didn't speak but instead reached out and snapped his fingers in front of Cyril's eyes. Cyril turned to look at Frank for a moment, then turned to glance at Trevon, but still, he didn't cry.

"Cyril didn't make a mistake. He really likes Trevon. I thought Frank would be the only one allowed to hold Cyril in the future," Ava commented. She walked over to her friends with a smile and sat down. Continuing, she said, "But recently, even when Dad and Mom hold Cyril, he doesn't cry, although it only lasts for a while. Maybe it will be better when he's older."

Dealing with Cyril's issue of not sleeping at night was a bit challenging, and it was uncertain when they would return to a normal sleep schedule.

Natalie played with the child and said calmly, "It will get better slowly. I reckon it's because right from the time he was born, Frank often held him, and he got used to it. Once Frank starts going to work, spend more time with him, and he'll adjust."

Habits were slowly developed. It was the same for children.

Hackett was slightly hurt. "Didn't Trevon never hug him before?"

Natalie teased, "You don't need to dwell on this issue. In Sherri's heart, you're the most handsome. Don't worry. Even when I, as his aunt, hold Cyril, he cries. Just consider that your bond hasn't fully developed. Don't be sad."

Trevon stood there, tall and straight. The little guy in his arms looked especially small. Frank was playing with Cyril by his side. Although he did not speak, he would snap his fingers from time to time to attract Cyril's attention.