The butler took a drag on his cigarette, pondering his next move.

Cradling Ollie, Evelyn gazed up at him.

“Dad makes the best leek dumplings,” she murmured.

The butler’s wheels started turning at her words.

Daniel was Leonel’s kid and part of the Fowler family’s care.

As the father, Leonel owed the little boy something.

Making those dumplings should be his job!

The butler wasted no time, dialing Leonel’s number.

It was way past bedtime, nearing ten.

for dumplings, dozed off,

kept vigil

her worn out and she nodded

her shoulders were a sight to

the door

couple once; Alexis’ face was etched in

now, he was still

watched her, reluctant to disturb

then, Daniel stirred, eyeing

it was a

he called out,

Leonel’s heart softened.

over with a container of food and gently

slightly more alert now, realized it wasn’t

beside him and

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