Chapter 533

“I could really go for some ice cream,” Elowen sniffled.

“Of course,” Lysander agreed.

“That sounds awesome!” Elowen perked up.

“What about you, Sophia?” Lysander asked, beginning to familiarize himself with each child’s likes and dislikes. It was easier to manage them once he knew what they enjoyed.

“Sophia likes antiques,” Elowen said, wiping away a tear with her chubby little hand.

Lysander looked at Sophia, who was pouting and teary-eyed, and told her, “There’s an antique store just down the road. You can pick out any piece of porcelain you want.”

Sophia immediately stopped crying, her eyes wide and sparkling with interest.

“And what about Dorian? What does he like?” Lysander asked Elowen.

“Well, he loves mom.”

“Barring mom.”

“He likes to chat.” Elowen said, explaining that Dorian was always the most sociable, striking up conversations with everyone and even making them tear up with laughter sometimes.

What kind of hobby was that?

Lysander was puzzled but quickly found a solution. “As long as you stop crying, I’ll find ten people for you to chat with,” he offered.

“I don’t want ten people. I just want mom,” Dorian sobbed, his whole body shaking with distress.

Lysander took a deep breath and asked Elowen what Atticus liked.

“A tablet,” Elowen answered.

A tablet?

Lysander remembered the tablet he found in their rental at Vibrant Oasis Residences, the very device used to hack into the Sinclair group and steal a billion dollars.

“What do you like to do on the tablet?” he asked Atticus, his gaze heavy and questioning.

“Play games!” Atticus retorted defiantly.

Relieved, Lysander thought, “Of course, how could a four-year-old be a hacker?”

As for the billion dollars, whoever Thalassa hired to hack the Sinclair group, he would find out later.

“I’ll get you a tablet. You can play whatever games you want,” Lysander promised.

Just by understanding their needs, everything became manageable.

“Hmph, I don’t want it!” Atticus huffed, turned around, and stormed out of the room.

Lysander didn’t pursue him. As long as Atticus wasn’t crying in his sight, he was fine.

Lysander got up and instructed Fitch, “Feed them breakfast and then take them to the best preschool.”

At the breakfast table, only Elowen, Sophia, and Dorian were sitting. Atticus was still angry, locking himself in his room, and refusing to come out.

Atticus had always been stubborn and uncompromising, and he wasn’t going to back down easily.

Lysander decided to let the remaining three eat and not bother Atticus for the time being!

The children just sat there, staring at each other.

Lysander rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

Thalassa had been tossing and turning until nine in the morning, unable to sleep.

She decided to get up, change, and after freshening up, head to the Royal Estates.

The few hours without her children felt like centuries.

She was impatient and wanted to see them.

The children always woke up at eight sharp every day.

She wondered how they were doing at the Royal Estates, and if they missed her.