Even After Death

It took a while before Olivia managed to comfort Molly.

Olivia headed to the study, which was unusually lively.

Mason stood in his glasses while Connor sat in his place, his hand holding a paintbrush.

The mischievous Zack was holding a paintbrush like a painter as well.

How was he able to hold his energy back to sit down and paint? Olivia came closer to take a closer look at the weird creature on the painting.

The upper body was drawn into a turtle, which was connected to a bee.

"Mom, how’s my turbee? Pretty?" She burst into a chuckle.

"It is pretty.

You sure have a wild imagination." "You're being too generous with your compliments, Mom.

I can draw a book of such drawings," Alicia roasted without lifting her head.

Olivia's eyes followed Alicia, who had painted a breathtaking scenery.

It was on a completely whole new level compared to Zack's.

Unwilling to admit his shortcomings, Zack retorted back at Alicia.

Olivia was so used to their little disputes.

Meanwhile, Willow was teasing a parrot with a leaf instead of joining the painting journey.

Olivia stroked her head and carried her before walking to Mason's side.

Mason's eyes were on Connor.

When Connor made the final stroke, Mason praised, "Nice! Very nice!" Connor put the paintbrush down.

His features, which bore a striking resemblance to Ethan's, were calm as always.

"Mom." He came up to Olivia.

Despite being at a young age, he had learned to be expressionless as taught by Ethan.

Still, the youthful glint was still there in his eyes.

Olivia settled Willow down and brushed the dust off his shoulder.

Her gaze was soft.

"What a beautiful painting." "Thanks, Mom.” The casual compliment made his ears go red.

"This kid has a bright future ahead of him." Mason could envision Connor's infinite potential despite the short interaction.

Linus had yet to get a girlfriend as of today.

Even if he got married and built a family right now, Ethan was already ahead of him by ten years.

Therefore, Mason had put his hopes on Connor.

He planned to cultivate the boy into someone capable.

Olivia merely smiled.

"His future depends on him.

Connor, take your siblings back to the room.

I have something to discuss with your greatgrandfather." "Okay, Mom." Connor led the others out of the study.

His every movement spoke volumes of a well-raised young sir from a rich family. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Mason couldn't help but praise, "He's a great talent.

It's a pity that he takes the surname Miller." Olivia grinned in return.

"Are you trying to steal him from the Millers?" Mason scratched the tip of his nose, feeling slightly guilty.

"What do you mean by steal? He's your son, so he's one of US too.

How fortunate of Ethan." "Uncle Linus can grant your wish after he meets the woman of his life, Grandpa." "And I'll have to wait for that day to come? When pigs fly, I guess." He seated himself, frustrated.

"We all know how good Ethan is at seeing the bigger picture.

He got married early and he now has kids.

Why don't you talk to him? Let's see if he'll agree to change Connor's surname." "You're putting me in a tough spot, Grandpa.

If Connor's out of the question, there's Zack, no?" novelbin "That little ball of mischief doesn't seem fit for our line of industry.

He's hyperactive.” Mason took in the details of Connor's painting and couldn't help lamenting that Connor was one of the Millers.

"Oh, right.

What is it that you want to talk about?"