"Hungry?"
The little one shook his head.
"Thirsty?"
The little one still shook his head.
"Then... do you want a piece of fruit?" Moses glanced at the fruit bowl on the table and picked up an apple, "Shall I peel it for you to eat?"
The little one didn't refuse this time, just lifted his little mouth and smiled at him.
"Thank you, Uncle!"
"No need to be polite with me."
Moses sat down on the couch, lowering his body, and reached for the fruit knife to start peeling the apple for him.
The door parted, and Jessica stepped in, her gaze sweeping over Will who was dropped on the floor; she strode to the back of the couch, standing next to Moses.
Paul was arranging manpower outside; her responsibility was to ensure Moses's safety.
"Pretty sister, why aren't you sitting?" The little one turned his face, asking curiously.
Jessica returned his smile, "Sister likes standing."
