Chapter 554: Father and Son Confrontation

Well, what a wonderful voice! Although only three years old, Ivy expertly assessed faces and voices. She raised her head; the man before her was tall, like a towering tree. It took considerable effort to see his face, but finally, she beheld Elvis’s handsome, sculptural features. Wow, what a handsome tall tree! Ivy always considered her mother the most beautiful person, but this man was strikingly handsome. She bumped into Elvis’s thigh. He had just parted ways with Lil’ Nathan and was leaving when the little girl collided with him. He narrowed his eyes, his pupils constricting as he fell momentarily into thought; this pretty girl’s face strongly resembled Olive’s.

Ivy wiped her tears and said, pouting, “Uncle, have you seen my brother?” Her skin was white and pink, like it could squeeze water, especially her bright, starlike eyes. She was undeniably cute. Elvis regained his composure. This must be the girl separated from her family. He looked around and shook his head. “No, I haven’t.” At this, Ivy’s tears flowed freely. She cried loudly, “Boohoo… I want my brother! I want my…”

Looking at her tears, Elvis recalled Olive’s beautiful, flower-like face. He wondered if she had been this rosy and tender as a child, and if she had loved to cry. His usually resolute heart softened. He took a few steps, knelt before her, and tried to soften his voice. “What’s your name?”

Ivy, her lovely big eyes brimming with tears, replied, “My name is Ivy.” Ivy? Her eyes were like stars falling from the sky. Elvis pursed his lips. “Ivy, what’s your brother’s name? I’ll ask someone to help you find him.”

Ivy nodded. “My brother’s name is Levi.”

Elvis: “…” Three black lines appeared on his forehead. Levi? Such a simple name. “Ivy, what’s your mother’s name? Do you remember her cell phone number? I’ll call her.”

Ivy thought for a moment. “My mom’s name is Mom, and… what’s her phone number?”

Elvis was speechless. How did this family raise their children? Seeing his expression, Ivy cried even louder.

Elvis was startled. “Ivy, what’s wrong? Why are you crying so hard?”

“Because you look down on me.”

“No,” Elvis said righteously.

“You lied! Your expression just now was exactly like my brother’s when he looks at me.”

Elvis: “…” What kind of family was this? He reached out to wipe away her tears. He’d never comforted a little girl before, so his words were clumsy. “Ivy, be good. Don’t cry, okay? I don’t despise you.”

Ivy ignored him, wiping away more tears. Elvis felt bewildered. Faced with this little girl, he felt his resolve soften. This was a strange, unfamiliar feeling. Lil’ Nathan, raised alone, was a boy; he could discipline him easily. But this little girl, pink and soft as water, made him hesitant to touch her. He really liked her. A feather seemed to glide through his heart, gently rippling in circles. He felt a strange fullness in his heart, perhaps because she resembled Olive so much—a miniature version of her.

“Ivy, your little leather shoe fell off. I’ll help you put it on.” One shoe had come loose, revealing a cute creamy yellow sock. Elvis picked up the shoe and, holding Ivy on his lap, helped her put it back on. She then saw a lollipop in a shop window and gazed at it longingly.

“Ivy, would you like that lollipop? I’ll buy it for you.” Elvis glanced at Peterson, who quickly went to buy it.

Ivy waved her little hands. “Uncle, I don’t want to. Mom and Brother said I can’t just eat what other people give me.”

Peterson returned quickly, and Elvis handed the lollipop to Ivy. “I’m not a bad person. Take it.” Ivy took it but didn't eat it. While she sensed he wasn't bad, she remained vigilant. “Thank you, uncle.”

Elvis, impressed by her politeness, wondered who could have raised such a well-behaved child. “Ivy, where’s your dad?”

Ivy, holding the lollipop, stared at him in bewilderment. “Dad? What…”

Before she finished, a young voice cut through the air. “Don’t move! Let go of my sister! Raise your hands!”

Levi had returned. He had chased after Nathan but couldn't catch him. Nathan had driven off in a luxury car, and Levi, unwilling to leave his sister at the airport, had rushed back. Elvis, engrossed in talking to Ivy, hadn’t noticed him approach. He straightened, turning to see Levi a few feet away, pointing a toy gun at his head. Peterson was shocked; he hadn't seen Levi arrive. A three-year-old child had slipped past a group of bodyguards unnoticed.

“The child…” Peterson began.

Elvis gestured for him to step back. “Young master.” Peterson moved closer. Elvis narrowed his eyes at Levi. “Despite the toy gun,” he said in a low voice, “his marksmanship is accurate.”

Peterson stared, amazed. Levi was like a miniature version of Lil’ Nathan, and Peterson had always thought Nathan exceptional. Now, there was a three-year-old with superhuman marksmanship. He stepped back. Elvis calmly raised his hands, looking down at Levi. “Little kid, you’re the one who should raise your hands first!”