Victor suddenly didn't want to explain anymore.
He stared at the child in bed. If Victor had really wanted to deal with Liam, how could Liam have lasted until now?
He sat down by the bed and Liam immediately hid under the covers. Seeing this, Victor asked with a stern face, "Where is your mommy?"
"My mommy doesn't want me," Liam answered pitifully.
Victor narrowed his eyes dangerously and his voice was oppressive. "You're lying."
"No, I'm not." Liam shook his head. "My mommy is a bad woman who abandoned her husband and son. Uncle Victor, you know that, so don't to be with that bad woman."
Originally, Victor was quite worried about Liam's health, but seeing that even in his illness, Liam had not forgotten his determination to hate Jessica, Victor suddenly realized that he was worrying too much. Although Liam was sick, his mind was very clear. As long as he didn't become delirious from the fever, everything would be fine.
"You'll sleep with me tonight. If you feel uncomfortable, say so immediately. I have OCD and you are not allowed to vomit on my bed, otherwise I will spank you. Understand?" Victor laid down the rules in a measured tone.
Liam shook his head and said, "I don't understand. I want to sleep by myself."
"No, you can't." After coldly rejecting him, Victor reached out to pull Liam out of bed, scaring him into quickly hiding. Victor said, "Come out. I'll help you change your clothes."
Liam pouted unhappily, and his little face became puffy from anger.
Victor did not like children, but seeing Liam in such a huff, he softened his attitude a little. The ice that couldn't melt in his eyes thawed, and even he didn't realize that his gaze became much gentler.
Pulling Liam onto his lap, Victor began undressing him.
Liam felt a bit shy, and his little face turned as red as an apple. "I don't want to change clothes!"
"You're all sweaty and you still don't want to change clothes?" Victor did not like the smell of sweat on Liam.
Liam's cheeks heated up and he muttered, "I smell good."
"Don't talk nonsense." Victor was amused by him and forcefully took off Liam's sweaty clothes, planning to throw him into the bathroom for a soak before letting him sleep. However, when Victor took off Liam's shirt, he froze!
Victor saw a birthmark on Liam's chest, a small one that seemed familiar!
Victor slowly set the clothes down and stared at Liam in his arms with a complicated expression. He asked, "How did you get a birthmark on your chest?"
Liam pointed to his chest with his tiny finger. "Is it this?"
"Yes." Victor nodded, his gaze towards Liam becoming even more intense.
Liam tilted his head, a bit confused, and asked, "Isn't this a birthmark? What's strange about it?"
"There's nothing strange about it, I'm just wondering why it's on your chest." Victor probed further, as this birthmark was very similar to the one on a girl's chest six years ago!
Generally, not many people have birthmarks on their bodies, let alone on the same spot!
Who exactly was Liam?
And who was his mother?
Victor's handsome face grew unusually deep, and his sharp eyes were filled with an unsettling curiosity.
Liam felt uncomfortable under Victor's intensely heated gaze and instinctively shrank his head, pouting and answering in a soft voice, "Is it strange to have a birthmark on the chest? Many people have birthmarks on their bodies. Uncle Victor, why do you look at me with such a scary gaze? I'm scared."
Victor chuckled helplessly and quickly stripped Liam of his clothes, carrying him into the bathroom, and then throwing him into the bathtub. "Can you bathe yourself?"
Liam raised his little face. "Yes!"
"Call me when you're done." Victor straightforwardly tossed him a towel and turned to leave!
Liam didn't expect Victor to really leave, and with a wrinkled face, he thought about calling Victor back, but then changed his mind. So, Liam sat in the bathtub, holding the towel, pitifully washing himself.
His chubby little body was all fat...
He was so adorable!
Victor stopped at the door and looked thoughtfully at the clumsy Liam. It hadn't been long since he recovered from his fever, and he had been taking a bath alone inside. Victor turned back when he realized that the water had become cold.
"Uncle Victor?" Liam was surprised.
"Just rinse off the sweat and get up," Victor said as he took out a bathrobe and quickly lifted Liam out of the water, wrapped him in it, and carried him out.
Liam was actually afraid of Victor touching him, but he unexpectedly felt the strong power emanating from the man's arms. He blinked his large eyes and innocently said, "Uncle Victor's embrace is so warm."
"Is it different from others?" Victor asked in response.
Liam shook his head. "It's different."
"How is it different?" Victor asked with a smile. He wanted to see how Liam would explain.
Liam thought for a moment and said seriously, "Uncle Victor's embrace is warm and powerful, unlike Mommy, who is thin and can barely lift me."
"Is your mommy very thin?" Victor asked curiously.
Liam nodded. "Yes!"
Victor's eyes flickered with teasing laughter. "But Jessica doesn't look thin at all."
Liam realized belatedly that Victor was teasing him, so he hurriedly covered his mouth. "Bad uncle, I want to go to sleep."
"Okay, let's sleep together," Victor said, surprised but not angry, as he casually pulled the blanket over himself.
Liam said unhappily, "I want to sleep by myself, I don't want to sleep with you."
Victor bluntly rejected, "You can only sleep with me. Don't kick the blanket, or else I will kick you off the bed."
"Bad uncle," Liam muttered, burying his head in the pillow.
Although he had a mouth that deserved to be smacked, his foolish appearance was truly adorable.
Surprisingly, Victor didn't mind it at all.
Victor was used to sleeping alone for many years, and he would usually feel uncomfortable with someone beside him. It should've been uncomfortable for Victor to have Liam sleeping on his bed. However, in reality, he was quite used to lying with Liam.
However, Liam was not at all well-behaved; he started kicking the blanket and rolling around just a few minutes after lying down. If it weren't for his fever, Victor would have slapped his forehead.
"Behave yourself," he warned in a deep voice.
Liam held onto the blanket with both hands and whispered, "Uncle Victor, I still want to sleep by myself."
"No," Victor coldly refused.
Liam said, "Then I'll sleep with Mrs. Hastings."
"She's old and has trouble sleeping. Taking care of you has caused her a few white hairs. You are not allowed to bother her," Victor's tone was very firm.
After Liam hesitated and mumbled guiltily, "I'm scared," he lowered his head in shame.
"Scared of whom?" Victor, with his eyes open in the darkness, asked.
Liam stammered and couldn't reply. He couldn't possibly say he was scared of Uncle Victor, right? Nervously, Liam grabbed onto the bedding and remained silent.
Victor could sense that Liam was afraid of him, so he instinctively pulled Liam into his arms.
Liam was so frightened that he screamed, "Mommy, save me..."
"Even if your mommy were here, she couldn't save you," a cold, stern male voice echoed in the darkness.