Chapter 161- Dark Night
"Yeah, the little sister in Janet’s belly will be Callum’s future wife," Angela said, gently guiding her son with a knowing smile. Janet smiled softly, remembering the agreement between Shaun and Charles—that if they had a girl someday, she would marry Callum. It seemed everyone had already accepted this fate.
"Really? Can I sleep holding my little sister like Daddy holds Mommy?" Little Callum’s innocent worldview was shaped by Shaun’s possessiveness toward Angela. Shaun didn’t even allow Brian to get close to Mommy, so Callum dreamed that when he had a wife, he could snuggle with his sister just like his parents.
"Hey, who taught you that?" Angela and Janet both blushed a little at Callum’s boldness—it was so like Shaun’s mischievous ways, passed down even to his son.
"But Daddy and Mommy do it all the time! Daddy calls you his wife, right?" Callum blinked his big, innocent eyes, completely unaware there was anything unusual about "sleeping like that."
"That’s different. Mommy told you you have to wait until your sister grows up and protect her, so no one steals her away, okay? Lots of people will like your sister, and you have to beat them all if you want to win the beauty’s heart!"
Callum nodded, half understanding. He reached out his small hand to gently touch Janet’s belly again, his eyes bright with wonder. He was excited to meet his sister and vowed silently to protect her always.
"Callum likes his sister, right?" Janet’s gaze softened as she stroked his hair. Though Charles often said he would hate the child if Janet left him, Janet knew that with Angela and Shaun by her side, the baby would be loved like their own.
"Yes! I like my sister!" The little boy, just four years old, already had a strong possessiveness over his future wife.
"Janet, you have to have the baby soon! Then I’ll play with my sister and not with Candy anymore!" Callum pouted, thinking of his mischievous little sister at home. His affection for Janet, Charles, and the baby grew with each thought. Since childhood, Callum had been close to Charles and naturally adored his baby sister-to-be.
Janet chuckled at Callum’s adorable words, her eyes shining with tenderness. "With you all here, I’m not worried anymore."
Meanwhile, in the study, the haze of cigarette smoke lingered as Shaun turned to the silent man sitting in the swivel chair. With a sigh, he stepped forward and stubbed out the cigarette in Charles’s hand.
"I remember you didn’t use to smoke," Shaun said.
Among the four men, Charles had always been the cleanest—never drinking, rarely smoking, and bothered by any unpleasant smells due to his mild germophobia. Yet lately, watching him care for Janet, Shaun was taken aback by how much Charles’s appearance had changed.