After all, the child couldn't keep things to himself. After quite a while, Evan sobbed and pitifully shouted in a small voice, "Mommy..."

Zoey came back to her senses. She turned around and saw Evan's wrinkled little face, and she immediately reached out and rubbed his head, “What's wrong, Vanny? Mommy bought you so many snacks. Why aren't you eating?"

"Mommy, I should not be naughty in kindergarten. Mommy and Daddy, please don't be angry, okay..."

As Evan spoke, his tiny body moved a few times over and dove into Zoey's embrace, “It's all my fault."

Looking at such a cute and sensible son, Zoey's heart almost melted. She lowered her head and kissed Evan on the forehead,

"Why would Mommy be angry? It was all that child's fault. Vanny, you did nothing wrong. It was Mommy who was wrong."

Evan sniffed and looked up from Zoey's arms. He looked at his mother seriously, as if he wanted to find evidence that she was not angry on her face.

"Then Mommy will still come to pick me up from school in the future?"

"Yes! As long as Mommy is free, I will pick up Vanny from school every day."

After a few seconds of silence, Evan asked worriedly, "Then Mommy really will never leave Vanny again, right?"

He did not know how many times he had asked this question during this period. But he couldn't help doing so. His mommy, who had been once so difficult to get close, suddenly became so good that it was unreal and unbelievable for him.

If the hard-won maternal love disappeared again, he would really become the saddest child in the world.

Zoey sighed softly, her eyes full of regret, but at the same time, she replied without hesitation in a firm voice, "Yes, Mommy swears that I will never leave Vanny again!"

In the rearview mirror, Zoey's expression was so gentle. On her fair face, her eyes were so watery and tender that love seemed to be going to overflow from them.

Wyatt stared at that pretty face. Only at this moment did his gaze become so indulgent and greedy.

He also had the same worries that the happiness at this moment was unreal and temporary.

As she spoke, Zoey looked up at Wyatt, who was still expressionless in the passenger seat, “Daddy is not angry with Vanny, either. If you don't believe me, you can ask him."

Her eyes happened to meet Wyatt's in the rearview mirror.

Wyatt originally wanted to retract his gaze, but when hearing this, he stared straight at her through the rearview mirror.

"I'm angry."

His eyes were deep, and under the shadow of his eyelashes, it was difficult to see what he was thinking about, but Zoey felt as if he could see into her heart.

Evan couldn't see his father's eyes, he only pursed his lips and buried his face in Zoey's arms.

"If you spend every day with Vanny, you will have much less time to spend with me." The corners of Wyatt's mouth curled up.

"..."

Obviously, Wyatt's possessiveness sometimes added spice to the relationship.

Of course not now.

"No, Daddy can't snatch Mommy from me!"

In terms of possessiveness, Evan was exactly the same as his father. He immediately raised his hand to protest.

"Zoey is my wife. It is undeniable for her to be with me."

How could Wyatt say such childish words so casually and naturally?!

"Then Mommy is also Vanny's Mommy!"

Zoey was lost for words.

"I will spend time with whoever I want. Both of you, be quiet."

The little milk pudding immediately responded positively and sat obediently in his seat, trying to win the first favor.

"Vanny is the most obedient child!"

"Good boy."

Wyatt withdrew his gaze and turned to look out the window, but the expression on his face had unknowingly become gentle, and the sharp corners of his mouth carried a faint curve.