The light in those phoenix eyes seemed to hold a longing, yet it also seemed to carry a kind of despair, gradually becoming dim, and that little arm reaching desperately towards him was now falling powerlessly...
His heart suddenly skipped a beat.
The next moment, everyone was stunned. Jeremiah May unexpectedly stepped forward quickly and stretched out his hand to grasp the little one's arm, which had already begun to droop.
"Ah? Young master!" Amelia Foster was about to sit in the rear seat holding her daughter, but Jeremiah May's action prevented her from getting into the car for a moment.
Even Jeremiah himself was surprised that he actually reached out to grab the little one's hand. What was he... doing?!
