Hank chuckled warmly. “Alright, then I won’t drive tomorrow. I’ll stay home, make something tasty, and hang out with you. Whatever you want to eat, just say the word—I’ll cook it for you.”
“I’m not picky,” Sonny replied. “Whatever you make is fine.”
Even though Liberty and Duncan were wealthy, their family still preferred simple home-cooked meals. They had told the kitchen staff that four dishes and a soup were enough for the four of them. The meals were simple but varied every day so they wouldn’t get bored.
Sonny and Livia weren’t picky at all. They were easy kids to raise.
Hank asked, “Will you bring Livia with you tomorrow? I miss her.”
Though Livia was Duncan’s biological daughter, Hank had met her a few times—and he adored her.
She was the perfect mix of Duncan and Liberty—adorable and bright. The only issue was that she used to be very shy and wouldn’t let Hank hold her. She was probably around two years old now.