My Dreamy Old Husband

It took a while before Joel finally decided to meet Bailey. Before this, Tiffany had contacted him, but he refused to meet her.

He stared at Lola, who was playing with the kids happily. She was different from all of them. The Fletchers were a military family, and they were extremely sensitive when it came to marriage. Traditionally, they would not marry a foreigner, so mixed-race children were rare in the family. At the moment, Lola was one of the most unique children amongst the Fletchers.

Her green eyes were too eye-catching.

Besides, her father was killed by the Fletchers.

They desired for this secret to stay hidden forever. If it couldn’t be kept secret…

Joel looked at Michael. Celine had become retarded, so regarding Lola’s future, Michael, as her uncle, should have a say.

However, Michael was struggling to handle Lola too. He thought it would be better if Lola stayed with the Fletcher Family. Yet, he was afraid that Bailey would visit them every day using Lola as an excuse, and disturb his daughter…

Joel turned to look at Justin. He… could be considered a stepfather. As a stepfather, he should have an opinion too. But, Justin chose to avoid his gaze. Lola’s existence was his greatest pain. He believed he was extremely generous to allow Lola to visit them so often.

In the end, Joel announced solemnly, “Lola is already ten years old. She gets to call the shot sometimes.”

In response, Bailey nodded. Standing up, he walked toward Lola.

“Lola, I’m Bailey. I’m your great-uncle. Come here. I have something to tell you.”

Lola stared at the young-looking great-uncle in surprise. She turned around, seeking Joel, but she saw Joel smiling at her. “This is your biological father’s relative. He has something to tell you.”

As if she had noticed something, Lola followed Bailey in a daze.

On the balcony on the second floor, Bailey and Lola sat down face to face under the dim light.

began, “Your biological father, Blade, was one of the Adams. He was a lost child and had you when he was outside. You are the blood

some vague memories. She knew when she was very young that there was always an uncle who

that, she remembered nothing

that Lola wasn’t speaking, Bailey asked again, “Do you

shook her head. She said, “I like the Fletchers. Is it okay if I don’t

froze. His gaze was fixated on

“I don’t want to leave my

fact, she liked it here a lot. She loved the atmosphere; she loved Joel,

silent for a short

the end, Bailey could only ruffle her hair and nodded. “Of course. It’s your own choice. If you want to

around, Lola ran away without looking back. Bailey, who was standing on the balcony on the second floor,

conversation from downstairs, afraid that Bailey would tell Lola something he shouldn’t have said. However, Bailey didn’t say anything out of the

to have a healthy personality. She deserved to live

Lola rushed toward

like a hard father, there was something about him that inadvertently showed his love for Lola. He said,

exclaimed, “I want to

could only stay. Slowly, she adapted to life at the Fletchers. Every day, she woke up to the noise of the army’s morning training. She would quickly get up, make

kind of life, she loved the Fletcher Family, and she loved her current parents and brother. She would never

floor, Bailey remained expressionless as

an inheritance. Anyone who adopted her would be her guardian, and they would

be more content to have a happy family rather than a

his role models and were strict in educating him. From a young age, he was involved in the family business, learning to

died in an accident