"Father, father, let them down. You can't just focus on the two of them. Not fair."
"Ah, my bad, little buddy. Grasp my hand."
Quentin pulled on Davis's sleeve, finally causing the latter to let them down and take Quentin's hand.
Quentin possessed purple hair like his mother when her hair didn't go white. However, his hair was two-toned with a shade of gray-white in the middle. His eyes were also a deep mystical emerald similar to that of Eden, but were totally different because of the difference in their innate physiques.
Quentin couldn't stop a smile from appearing on his lips even though he tried to suppress it. He firmly held his father's hand, feeling like nothing could stop their family or even make it collapse despite the recent commotion a few days ago when they all realized that they had entered the Upper Realms.
Lydia finally heaved a sigh of relief inwardly, but they were all holding his hands or sleeves, so she also joined in to not stand out.
