Chad heard the ruckus upstairs and wasted no time, heading up the staircase in a hurry. He'd been to the Cedillo household countless times, always as a guest, sticking to the common areas unless specifically invited elsewhere. But now, as the soon-to-be son-in-law, he

was considered family, and nobody stopped him as he climbed the steps.

Upon reaching the top, he saw exactly what he had expected: his fiancée, Molly, giving her young nephew, Leo, a hard time.

"Molly, why are you picking on Leo again?" Chad asked, his voice tinged with exasperation.

Molly, unfazed and unapologetic, replied, "He wouldn't call you 'uncle,' so I gave him a little smack."

Chad was at a loss for words. He couldn't really fault Molly for her reasoning.

Leo, glaring at Chad, complained, "Can you please just marry her already?"

Chad, just as eager for the wedding, reassured him, "Hang in there a few more days. Freedom is near."

Leo couldn't wait for the day Molly would officially be part of Chad's family.

From the doorway, Anya had been observing the scene. Finally, she spoke up, "Auntie, Uncle, Chad's sports car got towed again, and he's been in a bad mood."

Molly retorted, "Serves him right for making every kid in town cry. Leo, do you think you can mess with Henry without facing the consequences? Did you forget who his parents are? Regretting it yet?"

Leo didn't directly answer but instead pushed Molly towards Chad, "Enough with the cold comments. Go pack your bags for your new home. And try not to come back too often, even for the holidays." Though Leo hadn't formally addressed Chad as 'uncle,' his actions won Chad over.

Chad opened his arms, catching Molly as Leo pushed her towards him.

"Ah, come on! Leo," Chad sighed as he held Molly, deciding it was time to head downstairs and put an end to their squabble.

Molly tried to rush back upstairs for another round, but Chad, wrapping his arms around her lazily, joked, "Why compete with the kids? You're the adult here."

Molly paused, then burst into laughter, realizing Chad referred to Leo as "the kid."

Back in his room, Leo, with Anya tagging along, lamented over Chad's knack for troubling the little ones, "He's just too good at making the babies cry, and it breaks everyone's heart." Leo admitted, "If I don't get him, his dad will get me."

He had regretted taking on more responsibilities at work ever since his uncle suggested he could take over as the secretary-general. He wished he had remained the unassuming employee, avoiding the spotlight.

As for whether he regretted making the little guy cry, Leo's stance was firm: no regrets. Even if it was at Henry's expense, he felt no guilt, considering who Henry's father was.

Turning on his computer, Leo saw an incoming message, "Leo, running low on funds?"

Someone teasingly inquired, "Aren't you a rich kid? What happened to your fancy car? Suddenly picking up jobs?"

Leo simply replied, "Times are tough. Did you guys fix that bug you mentioned last time?"

The reply came, "Not yet."

Leo typed back, "Send me the address. I'll handle it after work tomorrow."

The next day, after dropping Anya off at college, he instructed her, "Hang out at Maplewood Estates with Mia after class. I've got to work late. Don't wander off trying to buy me a car, okay?"

Anya pouted but obediently agreed, waving goodbye as she hopped off to her classes. Mia was visiting a photo studio that day to check out their services, and since Andre was too busy, Anya offered to accompany her.

After parting ways, a man in a black car across the street took photos of Leo and Anya, sending them to Old Walker overseas with a simple message: "Leo, Anya."

Post-school, Mia and Anya visited the photo studio, where the manager warmly greeted them, having been forewarned of Mia's visit. Anya innocently pondered why they didn't hire the world's top photography team for their family pictures.

Mia explained, "It's just a keepsake photo. As long as we like the style, it'll turn out great. Plus, it's more hassle than it's worth to bring in a top team. And they don't have the setups ready like this place does."

As they toured the studio, the manager assured Mia of their experienced photographers' skills. However, Mia worried about Henry's cooperation on the day, fearing his tantrums might ruin the shoot.

The staff reassured her, "Our photographers are accompanied by assistants who are great at keeping the kids happy."

Mia's visit to the studio reflected her commitment to preserving family memories, albeit in a more down-to-earth manner than Anya had envisioned.

The store manager could tell what was really bugging Mia and immediately took her to see the laundry area behind the scenes. "Mrs. Cedillo, you don't have to worry about safety or cleanliness at all.

Every piece of clothing in our store comes directly from the designers themselves, so you can be assured of the quality. Plus, any piece that's been worn by a little one is washed the same day, which is why our store sets the highest prices in the district. Of course, that might not mean much to you.

And we've got our own team of dedicated staff who hand-wash everything. We never outsource, and every item is disinfected and sanitized before it goes back on the rack. In our business, not only do we prioritize the quality of our photoshoots, but the health and safety of the little ones come first, always."

With that, the manager opened the sanitizing cabinet, took out a piece of clothing, and handed it to Mia to inspect for herself.

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