The man's attitude was sincere, his tone filled with a hint of melancholy.
Such an Aidan Lucas was no longer the domineering and dictatorial old man in Abbie's memory.
But Abbie was not one to be easily moved.
He was about to refuse when his gaze casually swept over Aidan Lucas's face, only to be taken aback.
As an exceptionally intelligent and sensitive child with keen observation, even though Aidan Lucas had masked it well, Abbie still caught the fleeting look of dejection in his eyes.
For some reason, this despondent Aidan Lucas actually stirred a sense of compassion in Abbie.
The rejection that was on the tip of his tongue was thus altered.
"Okay, I'll help you."
Upon hearing this, Aidan Lucas's lips slightly curved upwards.
If Lily were here, she would definitely be moved.
Mr. Jenkins, indeed, was still cunning as ever.
The private jet returning to Eastonia from Europe was currently en route.
Lily had already fallen asleep by now.
