Standing in front of Ivy was not the son she thought, but rather a teenager, a very handsome and aloof teenager. Although he appeared to be only 12 or 13 years old, the aura he emitted was as sharp as an unsheathed sword, making people hesitate. Yet his eyes... were cold and emotionless, like a pool of dead water. Just getting a glimpse of them sent a shiver down Amelia Foster's spine.
At this moment, Ivy was still standing in front of the boy, holding up her little arms, seeming insistent on being hugged by him.
Since adopting Ivy, Amelia Foster rarely saw her display such intimate gestures to strangers. It was only after spending much time with Amelia and her son that Ivy started showing more closeness than she initially did.
However, the boy just coldly watched the little girl in front of him, without any intention of hugging her.
