Aidan Lucas rubbed Lulu gently, his voice hoarse as he spoke.
"Dad and Lulu are alike."
As he said this, the man lifted his eyes to meet Abbie's hostile gaze.
"Abraham Redington, I'm just like you. I get jealous too, and I wish your mother was mine alone," Aidan Lucas called Abbie by her full name for the first time.
"Your birth also divided my wife's love for me."
Ah, it was more than just divided.
She didn't love him at all.
He felt even less significant than these children.
"But your existence was ordained by Fortune and is the fruit of our love," Aidan Lucas said each word distinctly, his voice cold and steady.
He could be ruthless when dealing with others.
But he couldn't bring himself to be harsh with these three children.
Especially when he saw Abbie frowning with a face full of hostility, it was like seeing himself as a child.
Back then, facing Theodore Lucas, he had done the same actions and had the same expressions.
