Robert Lancaster wasn't Daxton Lancaster's biological son, yet he was dearer than a biological one. In Daxton Lancaster's heart, this son had already taken the most important place.
Holding Robert Lancaster in the back seat, he constantly comforted him. The little guy was tired from crying, his small mouth pouted in grievance, occasionally sobbing gently.
When his son's little hand got burnt, Joseph Lancaster felt more pain than anyone, and hurried to the city hospital.
"Daddy, Pengpeng is hungry~" the little one looked at Daxton Lancaster with grievance.
The accident happened just before dinner, the year-old little one was hungry.
"Good boy, let's see the doctor first. After that, daddy will take you out to eat. How about that?"
Daxton Lancaster wrapped his son in his arms, speaking tenderly.
The year-old little one didn't quite understand what 'out to eat' meant, sobbing once more, wordlessly requesting, "Pengpeng, eat meat."
"Okay, daddy will take Robert to eat meat."
