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

puzzled. She had no memory of her biological father. No, there were still some vague memories. She knew when she was very young that there was always an uncle who would come and

that, she remembered nothing about her own father and

speaking, Bailey asked again,

him and shook her head. She said, “I like the Fletchers. Is it okay if I

Bailey’s gaze froze. His gaze was fixated on her and

was a little worried, Lola explained, “I don’t want to leave my parents

Fletcher Family at all. In fact, she liked it here a lot. She loved the atmosphere; she loved Joel, Maddie, Drew, and every friend she had

fell silent

course. It’s your own choice. If you want to go

standing on the

her inside the garden. He had been eavesdropping on their conversation from downstairs, afraid that

a healthy personality. She deserved to live in a blissful family and grow up happily. For the time being, some things were better

Lola rushed

his love for Lola. He said, “Lola,

“I want to stay with

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 her bed, and brush her teeth. Before leaving for school, she

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

Bailey remained expressionless as he stared at the happy father-daughter

inheritance. Anyone

would be more content to have a

him. From a young age, he was involved

that year, his parents died in