Chapter 124: Have You Ever Been Fair?

George fell silent, his face turning grim. He didn't know how to refute Cheyenne's words. Upon reflection, he realized that he had only held her a few times. He recalled a pair of bright and eager eyes - the day Nora was born and Cheyenne, just one year old at the time, walked up to him with her toy in hand. "Daddy...hold me. Not her!" The little girl's voice was sweet and jealous. Malaya had just given birth and was furious upon hearing this. She cried out for him to give their daughter back to her. "You go hold your eldest daughter then. Nora and I will just go back to my old home if Cheyenne doesn't like this sister or me." George knew women were most vulnerable at such times; crying too much could leave lasting damage on their bodies. Nora began crying too - softly but pitifully - as if tiny cat claws were digging into his heartstrings, causing both pain and pity in him. "Daddy...hold me..." Cheyenne clung onto his leg stubbornly while sitting on the ground whining like a spo