Cody cleaned Linford’s wounds in the parlor, and he deliberately made the process painful.

“Boy, do you know how to do this or not?” Linford frowned.

Cody shrugged, “Well… I learned it from Uncle Enzo. And I also did the same thing for him. Uncle didn’t say it was painful. What? Is it painful for you?”

Linford huffed and turned away.

Cody rolled his eyes as he continued.

****

When Linford went back to Cristelle’s bedroom, she really listened to her son and locked the door. Linford was so annoyed as he returned to his room, tossing and turning in his large bed.

Cristelle was his wife, and the babies...