Chapter 737

I sneered, "So, Quentin, if you ever try to feed me those high-sounding words again, I won’t believe a single word you say."

"Ralda, come back. I just hope you can come back, and we can be together as a family."

I am now working in the film and media industry, and my career has started to take off.

"You came back, bringing the babies back. I supported you, took care of you."

"No need!" I said coldly. "As long as Kimberly is around, we can never be a family again!"

After saying that, I hung up the phone.

Quentin called back soon.

I wiped away the tears from the corner of my eyes and blocked his number again.

Oh, go back?

Where can we go back to!

The next day, I was woken up by two little treasures.

The two little ones woke up very early, and as soon as they woke up, they were playing with their feet in the cradle, babbling in their mouths.

I got up and changed their diapers, made formula, and just fed them, when Vonnie came running in excitedly.

"Hehe, I want to see my godson and goddaughter."

Vonnie picked up Essie and playfully teased her, making Essie giggle.

Roddy, who was standing aside, felt neglected. He pouted and then opened his arms towards me, crying loudly.

I picked him up with a smile.

He looked at Vonnie with tears in her eyes, her small mouth pouting, looking so pitiful, which made Vonnie laugh until her stomach hurt.

Vonnie quickly came over to exchange with me, holding Essie. Unexpectedly, the little guy was so proud that he immediately turned his little body and hugged my neck, obviously angry with Vonnie.

Vonnie chuckled, "Look at this little guy, already so temperamental. It’s really something."

Well, indeed, a bit like Reynaldo’s proud temperament.

No, I had to slowly change this little guy’s proud temperament. I can’t let Reynaldo inherit it, otherwise, when he talks about his girlfriend in the future, the girlfriend might be in trouble.

I coaxed him with a smile for a couple of words, but Roddy was still not feeling well.

In the end, Vonnie took a toy to coax him, and he finally calmed down, allowing himself to be held in Vonnie’s arms.

Vonnie smiled and sighed, "Roddy is quite stubborn. He knew I made him unhappy, but he still insisted on me coaxing him before he would give up."

"I’m just like his dad," I hummed.

Vonnie’s lips twitched, "His dad is really not good. Now, when I think of his dad’s gloomy face, I feel scared."

Vonnie said, lifting Roddy up and laughing at him, "You can’t be like your jerk of a dad. We have to be cheerful; we have to smile often. That’s how we’ll be loved by everyone."

Roddy laughed as if he understood Vonnie’s words, "Ha ha ha."

Roddy laughed, and Essie laughed along, holding her own fingers, laughing until her eyes were squinted.

Just the next second, she suddenly vomited and spit up milk.

Vonnie was startled, "What’s wrong, what’s wrong?"

Essie spitting up milk was not the first time, and I was basically used to it.

I put Essie on my shoulder, gently patted her, made sure she was okay, and then went to change her clothes.

Vonnie followed along anxiously, "Does Essie often spit up like this?"

"Fortunately, just occasionally. I guess it was when you came back; Essie was so happy, so excited."

I bent down to change Essie’s clothes and did not see the complexity that flashed in Vonnie’s eyes.

After changing clothes, Vonnie looked at me and asked worriedly, "Apart from spitting up milk, Essie isn’t uncomfortable anywhere, right?"