Chapter 295

Sullivan Fletcher noticed little Lottie staring at him in awe, and couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. He picked up his chopsticks and placed a small piece of shredded poached chicken in her tiny bowl. "Lottie still can’t have big chunks of meat. Uncle Sullivan picked this one for you—look, it’s super tasty. I’m eating it too, see? Yummy and juicy.” To play along, he exaggerated his enjoyment as he ate a piece himself, like the chicken was out of this world. Lottie totally bought it, her eyes wide as she scooped some chicken into her mouth with her spoon. Then she tried to copy Sullivan, chewing in big dramatic bites, and even gave a serious review afterward. “Mmm, yummy! Tastes good and sweet!” Everyone at the table burst out laughing. The whole meal was filled with laughter and warmth. After lunch, Camila Harrington sat on the couch holding Lottie, chatting with the two elders. “Camila, how’s your handwriting practice going?” Henry Fletcher asked, clearly trying to hold back but fin