Chapter 338 Four-Year-Old Brandon
Fifteen years later.
Border Ridge City Airport.
Four-year-old Brandon Robinson stood in the crowd, his chubby little hands clutching a piece of bread as he munched on it.
His way of eating bread was different from others—first he'd lick it, close his eyes to savor it, then take a big bite.
Brandon, male, four years old.
He was a new life conceived when Elizabeth, on her wedding anniversary at age forty, got drunk and slept with Timothy.
Timothy looked down at his son Brandon, who kept eating the bread non-stop, and couldn't help feeling a bit disgusted.
How did he end up with such a food-loving little boy?
Brandon was sensitive. He looked up and saw Timothy's disgusted expression. Brandon grinned, showing a few baby teeth, with bread crumbs still stuck to the corners of his mouth.
From the combined height of Timothy's half long leg plus torso plus neck plus head, Brandon detected the disgust directed at him.
Brandon's drool was about to drip down.
Brandon boldly wiped his drool with his hand. Done.
Timothy's disgust didn't matter—Elizabeth mattered, Seraphina mattered.
Seeing Brandon's silly look, Timothy took a deep breath.
He shook his head helplessly, bent down, pulled out a small towel Elizabeth had prepared from his pocket, and wiped Brandon's mouth.
"Remember not to tell Mom about me giving you bread when we get home, okay?" Timothy's threatening gaze fell on Brandon's face.
Recently, Elizabeth had been controlling how often Brandon ate snacks.
And today, after Timothy and Brandon went out, Timothy had made a deal with Brandon using a piece of bread—something Elizabeth couldn't find out about.
Brandon nodded his little head. The little guy was trustworthy. "Timothy, I promised you, I won't tell Mommy."
But he could tell Seraphina later!
Timothy, unaware of Brandon's thoughts, was satisfied with how sensible Brandon was.
He patted Brandon's head, stood up, and put the small towel back in his pocket.
"Sister!" Brandon raised his little hand, waving hard and calling out, "Sister, I'm here!"
Seraphina had just walked out of the arrival gate pushing her luggage when she heard Brandon's voice. She looked in the direction of the sound and saw Timothy and Brandon.
She smiled, quickly pushing her luggage and striding over.
"So fat and still walking so fast, not even worried about bumping into people." A slender woman frowned and muttered quietly as Seraphina hurried past her.
Seraphina's steps paused for a moment, but she quickly walked toward Timothy as if nothing had happened.
She was used to such gossip and knew how not to let these words affect her.
She had spent a long time since childhood getting her face fixed back to look like a normal person's.
And due to health issues, she had to keep taking medication. Because of the medication, her weight had reached 260 pounds.
She was indeed fat.
But she had family who loved her.
Seraphina's voice was the opposite of her appearance—soft and sweet. "Dad, why did you come? You just got out of the hospital, you need to take care of yourself."
Timothy, now forty-six years old, always showed gentle affection when facing Seraphina. "Just think of it as getting out for a walk."
Brandon noticed that Seraphina hadn't looked at him first. He blinked his eyes.
Little him, he sighed. It was because he was too short!
He still needed to eat more to grow taller!
His sigh was hard to ignore.
Seraphina looked down at Brandon. She bent down to pick him up and smiled. "Brandon, what are you sighing about? Are you unhappy to see me?"
"Happy! I love you the most, sister!" Brandon's eyes sparkled, and his sweet words made people happy.
Timothy snorted coldly. "You said this morning that you loved your mom the most. I'm telling your mom when we get home that you're lying."
Brandon looked at the cold and heartless Timothy with accusing eyes. "Dad, I'm not lying. I love Mom the most, and I love sister the most!"
Both were his favorites.
Bodyguards escorted Timothy and the others out of the airport.
Seraphina smiled as she listened to Timothy and Brandon's argument.
Timothy reached out to take Brandon, but Brandon was heavy, and he didn't want Seraphina to tire herself out.
"Dad, let me hold him." Seraphina said gently.
Brandon looked smugly at Timothy—that look said, Seraphina's holding him!
"Sister, I'll walk by myself." Brandon still felt bad for Seraphina.
"Seraphina, let him walk. He needs the exercise." Timothy also said.
Seraphina knew Timothy cared about her. She obediently put Brandon down, holding Brandon's hand with one hand and holding Timothy's arm with the other.
The group walked out of the airport.
At that moment, on the other side of the airport, the arrival hall suddenly erupted with deafening screams.
Someone in the crowd was shouting, "Jane, Jane, I love you!"
Tall and perfectly curved Jane heard her fans' shouts. She took off her sunglasses and waved at the fans.
Jane was a goddess designer in the fashion world.
She had a proud personality, but unique fashion vision, and combined with her identity as the daughter of the Robinson Group, she always had high visibility and popularity.
Jane walked out of the airport in high heels, protected by bodyguards.
The car door opened.
She got in the car, and when she saw Sloane with delicate features and an elegant temperament inside.
Jane immediately took off her sunglasses and happily hugged Sloane's arm. "Sloane, aren't you busy? How come you still came to pick me up?"
Sloane smiled gently. "No matter how busy I am, I have to pick you up."
Jane leaned on Sloane's shoulder and said coquettishly, "Sloane, you're the best to me. By the way, where's my brother?"
A flash of sadness quickly passed through Sloane's eyes, but Jane didn't notice. She said softly, "Your brother's been busy lately. The family has prepared a party to celebrate your award at the international fashion competition."
Jane snorted angrily. "Sloane, don't cover for my brother. He's probably fooling around in some woman's bed right now."
Now the Robinson Group was managed by Sloane, while Tommy spent all his time partying.
Sloane's smile was a bit forced, but she still said gently, "Jane, I have a gift for you. Open it and see if you like it."
Sloane handed Jane an exquisite gift box.
Jane opened the box and was a bit disappointed when she saw the gift. "I don't really like the style of this necklace. You keep it for yourself, Sloane."
Sloane shook her head helplessly and smiled as she took back the gift. "Okay, we ordinary people can't appreciate the taste of a fashion master like you."
Sloane and Jane got along well.
Just then, Sloane's phone rang. She answered the call—it was from the newly appointed special assistant Stefan Hensley. There was an urgent matter at the company that needed Sloane to handle.
On the other side.
Timothy's car pulled up to the front door.
Before Seraphina got out of the car, she saw Elizabeth in casual clothes standing at the door waiting for them.
Elizabeth had her hair up. At forty-five, she still maintained a great figure.
Seeing Seraphina get out of the car, she walked over with a smile and hugged Seraphina. "My baby is finally home."
Seraphina smiled. "Mommy."
Timothy and Brandon stood alone to the side, watching the mother and daughter pour out their feelings to each other.
"Baby, haven't you been resting well lately? Why do you have dark circles?" Elizabeth touched Seraphina's face with concern.
Look at that, dark circles had appeared. She must have been studying too hard. It was all Timothy's fault for sending Seraphina to study so far away. Fortunately, she had graduated now.
Timothy was glared at by Elizabeth and felt confused.
Seeing Elizabeth's concerned look, Seraphina felt sweet inside, but still said, "Mommy, it wasn't hard at all, really. I missed your cooking."
Last year, Timothy suddenly collapsed, and his health had shown warning signs. Seraphina chose to work hard to skip grades and compress her graduation time.
Seraphina graduated early this year with the purpose of returning home to be with Timothy and Elizabeth.