The moment the words left Julian’s mouth, Chloe Bennett’s face turned dark.
It was one thing for Ethan not to want the white porridge she had made. But Julian didn’t want it either?
Why?
Was it truly not as good as Naomi’s?
“Julian, stop joking with Auntie,” Chloe forced a smile, trying to push the bowl closer. “Didn’t you used to love this white porridge the most?”
Julian was having none of it.
“Aunt Chloe, I already told you I don’t want it, and I don’t like it!” His little face turned cold.
Looking at the plain porridge in front of him, anger suddenly flared in his chest.
If he hadn’t helped his father chase after Aunt Chloe, would he have lost his mother?
Everything that had gone wrong started with her.
He never wanted to see her again.
With that thought, Julian shoved the
