Kingsly Scott's words caught Jackson Foster off guard and momentarily stunned him. The young boy's wide, innocent eyes, framed by sandy curls, sparkled with curiosity and uncertainty as he locked his gaze on Kingsly.
"Come here, let Daddy hug you," Kingsly said, his voice rich and inviting. A warm smile spread across his face in an attempt to bridge the gap between them. Yet, to his surprise, Jackson recoiled slightly, his small form retreating behind the reassuring figure of his mother. "Mommy…" he called softly, his voice tinged with a hint of distress. He clutched Rachel Foster, seeking the comfort of her familiar presence.
Reacting instinctively, Rachel bent down gracefully, her expression radiating warmth and compassion. She steadied Jackson with her gentle hands, kneeling beside him to ensure his security.
Kingsly's brow furrowed slightly.
