"I'll take you to your mom. Okay?"

The boy grinned and clapped his hands happily

Wesley's face turned sour when he saw his wife being kissed by another man, albeit, a Little man. He walked up to them and said, "Let me take him to his mother."

Before Blair said anything, Wesley took Sheffield from her arms.

Just then, Ingrid came to the living room and walked over to them.

“Sheffield... Wesley? Blair? Hello! When did you get here?"

“We've been here for a while. Ingrid, is this your son?" Blair's eyes sparkled as she Looked at Ingrid.

"Yes, he is. This little boy is so naughty he runs about everywhere. I have to keep an eye on him all day long. Sheffield, come here and let me hold you," Ingrid said while spreading her arms out.

The little boy, however, shook his head and reached out his hands to

Blair.

“Aunt... Hug..."

Blair and Ingrid burst into Laughter, amused by the adorable boy.

Wesley, on the other hand, wore a deadpan face the whole time.

With a smirk, Ingrid squinted her eyes at her son and explained, "My son loves pretty girls. That's why he wants you to hug him, Blair.

Sheffield, come here before your uncle Wesley gets angry."

Ingrid picked her son up from Wesley's arms and sat him down on her lap.

Blair turned to look at Wesley and was unsurprised with his expressionless face. She playfully reached for Sheffield and said,

"Ingrid, Let me play with him for a while. I don't have anything else to do. Hi baby, do you want a hug?"

Sheffield giggled and practically threw himself into Blair's arms. His little face glowed from a light within, and his miniature fingers grasped hers and held tight.

After a while, Mooney came back carrying paper bags in his hands. Blair and Sheffield were squatted under a tree, observing ants, while Wesley was chatting with Ingrid.

Wesley got up and took the paper bags politely.

"Thank you for the medicines, Grandpa Mooney."

“No worries. Decoct the herbs with red dates. One pack of herbs should last you three days. Drink the Liquid three times a day. There are five packs in total. I think fifteen days is enough to cure your wife,”

Mooney said.

Blair walked up to them holding Sheffield's hand, and upon hearing