In the past, Samuel would at least defend me a little. Not to mention that the day of the accident, he was the one who insisted on dragging me to the mall, saying he wanted to buy gifts for our soon-to-be-born child.
But now, his eyes were locked onto Xandra, filled with an undeniable tenderness.
Xandra cradled Apollo in her arms and playfully clung to Samuel’s arm.
"Samuel, did you hear that? Auntie has officially recognized me as her goddaughter! My dear brother, have you prepared a gift for your little sister?"
Samuel pinched her cheek indulgently, half scolding and half spoiling her. "You’re so mischievous. Don’t call me brother."
Yet, even as he spoke, he had someone deliver 92 luxury mink coats—each from a high-end designer brand, complete with matching jewelry.
"I know you love fashion, but you’re still in your postpartum recovery. You need to keep warm. Winter lasts three months—exactly 92 days—so you’ll have a different one to wear each day."
Xandra giggled in delight and planted a kiss on his cheek, looking like an innocent, pampered girl.