Sunny was a solid, lively boy, taller than most his age, with sharp, mischievous eyes that promised trouble. Ever since the day he had met Elliana in the hospital, he had constantly talked about marrying her when he got older.

Throughout Elliana’s recovery at the Evans manor, Sunny had appeared like clockwork to play every day. No matter how often Cole or Jeff had tried to send him away, his determination had never wavered. As long as Elliana was in the house, so was he, helping himself to meals and treating overnight stays like they were his right.

With Elliana handling things in Delta these days, Sunny had grown restless and bored. The instant he heard she was back, he dashed over without delay.

The moment Sunny walked in, both Cole and Jeff stiffened.

Cole, an adult, wouldn’t make things difficult for a four-year-old in public, so he swallowed his irritation and kept quiet. Jeff, on the other hand, had no such restraint.

Sunny was just about to launch himself at Elliana when Jeff abruptly blocked his path, arms spread wide.

“Why are you here again? Go home! You’re not welcome.”

Unfazed, Sunny rolled up his sleeves.

“If you’re not letting me in, then we’ll have to settle it! I haven’t had a fight with you in days, and I’m itching for it!”

Jeff’s swagger evaporated the instant Sunny mentioned a fight. Experience had taught him he’d never beat Sunny in a brawl.

Despite being half Jeff’s height, Sunny packed a punch; to Jeff, every swing was like being hit with a metal pipe, and Jeff had the bruises to prove it.

Hoping to avoid another defeat, Jeff grudgingly moved aside. Getting bullied in his own home was a profound humiliation.

Having scared Jeff off, Sunny beamed victoriously and trotted over to Elliana. He opened his arms wide for a hug.

Before Sunny got there, however, Cole grabbed the back of Sunny’s collar and effortlessly hoisted him off the floor.

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“Put me down, you big bully!” Sunny protested, his legs flailing and cheeks puffed out in outrage.

Fear wasn’t part of Sunny’s vocabulary, but he had learned to respect Cole’s brute strength; every time they butted heads, Cole was the clear winner.

Cole held the wriggling boy at eye level and shot him a stern look.

“So you think you can force Jeff to accept you by fighting him? Then by that logic, if you don’t obey me, I can spank you until you do.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” Sunny glared up with unflinching resolve.

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