Chapter 1713: Everywhere I Look, I Wish to Tell Second Uncle of My Eternal Feelings

It was Sunday the next day, and Violet Zimmerman was resting in her room because she caught a cold yesterday and wasn’t feeling well.

Of course, this was the excuse Daxton Lancaster gave when he instructed Aunt Zhang to make a special meal for Madam.

After instructing the kitchen, Daxton Lancaster took the two younger brothers to the old master’s room for a meal. Five-year-old Robert Lancaster held his younger brother’s hand, taking good care of him.

During the meal, the two brothers sat together. Although Robert was only two years older than his brother, he took care of Evander Lancaster quite adeptly.

He helped his brother with food, wiped his mouth, and even picked up the grains of rice that fell on the table and put them into his own mouth.

But Robert kept glancing at his second uncle while eating, as if there was something he wanted to say.

After breakfast, Robert again held his brother’s hand, following Daxton Lancaster back, and Joseph Lancaster followed along.

The two older brothers in front chatted as they walked, while behind them, Robert, holding his little brother’s hand, seemed a bit absent-minded.

Children can’t hide their emotions, and the scene they secretly saw last night was too overwhelming for a child only five years old.

It was just that Daxton Lancaster gave an impression that was too perfect, especially in front of the two sons, he was definitely a loving father and had never been seen angry.

Robert was anxious, wanting to talk to his second uncle but couldn’t find the opportunity. He kept hoping their dad would hurry back, so he could have a chance to speak with his uncle.

Robert’s attention was focused on the two men walking ahead, forgetting to take care of his brother. Evander, being young at merely three years old, wasn’t steady while walking and accidentally tripped, falling hard.

“Wah… Daddy… Brother…” Evander lay on the asphalt road, wailing.

As his brother fell, Robert quickly squatted down beside him to calm him, “Evander, don’t cry…”

The two men ahead hurried over, and Daxton Lancaster picked up Evander, who refused to get up from the ground, “Evander, don’t cry. Let Daddy see if it’s serious?”

“Daddy, my hand hurts.” Evander showed his little hand to Daxton.

“Daddy will blow on it, and it won’t hurt,” Daxton patiently blew on Evander’s small hand as they walked towards their residence.

Behind them, Joseph Lancaster glanced at his elder brother who had walked far away, and then at Robert, standing still watching his brother’s back. He thought Robert was envious of their dad holding his brother and bent down to pick him up.

“Come, Robert, uncle will hold you.”

Robert wrapped his arms around Joseph’s neck and had just opened his mouth to call “Uncle” when Daxton stopped in his tracks and turned around. It was Evander, who, seeing his brother hadn’t come along, cried for him.

“Hey, I’m coming, I’m coming!” Joseph laughed, quickening his pace to catch up, while Robert swallowed back the words he wanted to say.

Robert clung to Joseph’s neck, his little mouth tightly pursed.

The two brothers each holding one child reached Daxton’s residence, and Joseph bent down to set Robert down, “Brother, I won’t go in.”

“Mm,” Daxton nodded, extending a free hand, “Robert, come!”

“Uncle, I want to go with you.” Just as Joseph turned around, Robert clung to his leg, the five-year-old child looking up at him with a hopeful face.

“Brother, brother!” Without waiting for Joseph to agree, Evander anxiously waved his little hand, “Come back, brother!”

While on that side, Evander kept calling for his brother, Robert refused to let go of Joseph’s leg, so Joseph had no choice but to pick him up again, “Let’s go, uncle will take you in.”