Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

Chapter 618

Frank and Ava each carried a child down the stairs. When they reached the stairs, they saw that the

downstairs was a lively place. Trevon put the red wine in the kitchen and walked out. He looked at the

scene in front of him and smiled faintly.

Hearing the commotion in the living room, Grace and Emma came out of the kitchen and were about to

help when Trevon stopped them. "It's fine. It'll be over in a while."

At night, Grace dismissed all the servants and prepared to cook with Emma personally. Seeing

Trevon's relieved expression, Grace and Emma stopped in their tracks. However, they still walked back

to the kitchen worriedly.

Trevon glanced at the stupefied Ava and the smirking Frank at the top of the stairs. With his hands in

his pockets, he retracted his gaze and shouted, "Sophia, come over."

Jasper quietly pulled Ruby, who was about to grab her brother, back. He meant that they could do

whatever they wanted. Everyone in the living room was watching the two of them snatch the items.

Harper cheered them on, thinking that the two of them were playing tug-of-war. "Cheer on..."

Rose turned to look at Edward with a question in her eyes. Could Harper understand the situation?

Was this the time to cheer?

Edward chuckled. "He is still young."

Upon hearing her father's order, Sophia immediately let go without any warning. Liam, caught off guard

by the sudden release, ended up sitting on the ground with a thud due to the force of his grip. Natalie

hurriedly helped him up, asking, "Are you hurt from the fall, Liam? Sophia!"

Sophia, who had walked to her father's side, quickly ran back to do her daily operations. "I'm sorry. I

shouldn't have snatched it from you."

Everyone was stunned.

After apologizing, Sophia returned to Trevon's side. She lowered her gaze and looked at her toes. Her

attitude of admitting her mistake looked very sincere, so much so that Trevon could not bear to criticize

her anymore.

Trevon touched the top of her daughter's head. "Go play."

Upon hearing this, Sophia quickly ran to the toy section as if she had been pardoned. She stuck out her

tongue at Olivia from a place where no one could see her.

Olivia stood beside her brother, Jasper, and smiled at her sister's basic actions. Jasper was as calm as

usual.

Hackett's son was playing with a submachine gun happily by himself.

Frank carried the child down the stairs with one hand and teased, "If your dad had the same speed of

admitting mistakes as you do, would he have been single for so many years?"

Everyone laughed. Even Natalie stood up and smiled. She went forward to take the child from Ava's

hand. No one picked up the child in Frank's hand for a moment.

Hackett gave Frank a thumbs up. "Great."

Trevon could not be bothered with the two of them echoing each other. They touched a sore spot. He

arranged for the children to play in another corner. At the same time, he arranged for his son to take

care of the two little girls and not let Sophia fight with Liam again.

Jasper nodded. Trevon knew that as long as his son agreed to something, he would basically do it.

Now that Jasper had promised, it meant that they definitely wouldn't fight.

Ever since Theo left, Trevon had also noticed the changes in his son. Jasper spoke less and less, but

he was much more serious in doing things. Every day, Jasper would complete the mission according to

the timetable Trevon had set. Every day, Jasper would go to Theo's study to practice his calligraphy.

Natalie and Trevon did not know what Theo had said to Jasper alone that day.

Hackett was ready to hug the child. "Let me try. Come and let me hug you. I'm much more handsome

than your dad. Why are you sticking to your dad? Your dad doesn't know how to make you laugh."

The children's area in the corner was separated by William some time ago. He planned to let his

grandchildren play. The children were having a good time and did not fight.

Trevon glanced at the rather harmonious atmosphere.

Frank gently placed the child in Hackett's arms. At first, Cyril was quiet. He blinked his round little eyes

and stared at Hackett. After looking at him for about a minute, Cyril started crying. With a loud cry, his

voice echoed throughout the entire villa.

It attracted Grace and Emma from the kitchen to come out and take a look. When they saw the

situation clearly, the two of them returned to the kitchen and smiled helplessly.

Hackett did not return the child to Frank immediately. Instead, he continued to coax Cyril. Natalie

hugged Nona and extinguished Hackett's thoughts. "Even if you turn yourself into a cradle, you might

not be able to stop Cyril from crying."

Seeing that Cyril in his arms showed no signs of stopping crying, Hackett gave up. "I'll return him to

you. Brat, you have no taste. I'm much more handsome than your dad, okay? With your standards, I'm

really worried about your future aesthetic preferences."

Ava continued to smile on the side, while Rose had already taken a seat on the sofa. Anyway, even if

she held Cyril, he would still cry, so she decided not to attempt it. Natalie sat down on the sofa, holding

Nona, and joined Rose and Sherri in amusing the baby.

Trevon pressed his tongue against the corner of his lips and went forward to stand in front of Frank. He

reached out and took the child from Frank's arms without saying a word. Everyone seemed to be

waiting for Cyril to cry.

A moment later, the crying did not sound as expected. Ava looked at Frank's face and then at Trevon's

face. Could it be that Cyril had recognized the wrong person? The two of them looked different,

although they were both handsome.

Everyone waited for a while, but Cyril still didn't cry. Trevon gave a beautiful smile and said smugly,

"Frank, Cyril clearly has good taste. It seems he knows who's more handsome. Why doesn't he cry

when I hug him? Reflect on yourself."

His last sentence was a sarcastic remark directed at Hackett.

Everyone was quite surprised. They didn't expect Cyril not to cry when Trevon held him because Cyril

had never allowed anyone else to hold him. Trevon hadn't held him since he was born.

Ava placed her hand on Frank's shoulder, gesturing for him to call out their son's name to see if Cyril

got distracted. Following the cue, Frank didn't speak but instead reached out and snapped his fingers

in front of Cyril's eyes. Cyril turned to look at Frank for a moment, then turned to glance at Trevon, but

still, he didn't cry.

"Cyril didn't make a mistake. He really likes Trevon. I thought Frank would be the only one allowed to

hold Cyril in the future," Ava commented. She walked over to her friends with a smile and sat down.

Continuing, she said, "But recently, even when Dad and Mom hold Cyril, he doesn't cry, although it only

lasts for a while. Maybe it will be better when he's older."

Dealing with Cyril's issue of not sleeping at night was a bit challenging, and it was uncertain when they

would return to a normal sleep schedule.

Natalie played with the child and said calmly, "It will get better slowly. I reckon it's because right from

the time he was born, Frank often held him, and he got used to it. Once Frank starts going to work,

spend more time with him, and he'll adjust."

Habits were slowly developed. It was the same for children.

Hackett was slightly hurt. "Didn't Trevon never hug him before?"

Natalie teased, "You don't need to dwell on this issue. In Sherri's heart, you're the most handsome.

Don't worry. Even when I, as his aunt, hold Cyril, he cries. Just consider that your bond hasn't fully

developed. Don't be sad."

Trevon stood there, tall and straight. The little guy in his arms looked especially small. Frank was

playing with Cyril by his side. Although he did not speak, he would snap his fingers from time to time to

attract Cyril's attention.

Two men, one holding the child, the other snapping his fingers to attract the child's attention. The scene

was beautiful.

Hackett was silent for a while. He sat down in an armchair and searched for delicious children's snacks

on the table. He took a packet, tore it open, and stuffed one into his mouth. The snack taste filled his

taste buds. He suddenly said, "Frank, don't tell me your son loves men?"

Edward, who was drinking water, choked. He looked at Hackett meaningfully. Hackett was asking for a

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Everyone was speechless again. What kind of thought was this?

The next second, when Hackett turned around and went back, he was slapped hard on the back of his

head. "You didn't bring your brain when you went out, right?"

"Fuck! You're hurting me. What did I say wrong?"

Trevon smiled when he heard that. He sat on the same sofa as Frank and patiently coaxed Cyril. His

slender fingers were held by Cyril. Cyril was quite small and strong.

Trevon made a sound with his tongue against the roof of his mouth. He also played with Cyril and

watched the show.

Hackett continued to rub the back of his head. "What did I say wrong? Damn it, how much force did

you use? If I have a concussion, you'll be responsible."

Sherri wondered, 'Looks like I really have to buy insurance for Hackett's head. His head always seems

prone to injury.'

Frank crossed his legs. Trevon was coaxing Cyril. He took the chance to have a break and sat lazily,

ignoring Hackett's curses.

Seeing that Frank was ignoring him, Hackett started to tease him, "Back in the day, whenever a woman

pursued him, he would claim he didn't like women. He even dragged me into acting, almost ruining our

reputation.

"Ava, don't misunderstand. We didn't do anything. Don't worry about that. I'm normal."

In other words, Hackett meant that he was normal. He couldn't guarantee that Frank was normal. Frank

smiled playfully when he heard this.

Ava nodded. No one would suspect Hackett and Frank's relationship. She imagined the two of them

holding hands. Yes, it was a little strange.

At the same time, both Frank and Trevon recalled the past involving the three of them. There were

times when Hackett was unwilling to act, and Frank would unexpectedly embrace Chris. However,

those were all events from a long time ago.

Trevon would never perform with Frank.

Always at the forefront of gossip, Sherri immediately asked, "Damn, why didn't you tell us about this

kind of thing? When did this happen?"

Hackett was paid for acting with Frank. Basically, each appearance cost 40,000 dollars. The price was

set by Hackett.

However, Hackett had only acted with Hackett a few times.

After hearing everything, everyone laughed. Sherri recalled that Trevon and Hackett were hospitalized

because of a concussion. At that time, the young nurses were all saying that Frank liked men. It turned

out that Frank created the rumor about himself.

Indeed, those who would achieve great things sometimes didn't care about their own reputation.

When Frank saw Hackett exposing his past, he was afraid that Ava beside him would misunderstand

that he had some bad habits. Just as Frank turned around, he heard Ava smile and say, "I believe you.

It's just so funny."

Seeing Ava happy, Frank looked at Hackett with a faint smile and revealed his past as well. "Who was

the one who claimed to make his wife fall in love with him first?"

Sherri turned around and looked at Hackett. She narrowed her eyes, her eyes filled with questions. The

atmosphere was full of danger. Everyone was waiting for Hackett to explain.

Hackett inwardly criticized Frank for being heartless, cleared his throat, and eased the awkward

atmosphere. "Is your memory that bad? I clearly said I was determined to win my wife over!"

Frank looked at Hackett with disdain. "What a loser."

Hackett quickly started to recall, searching for some dirt on Frank. "Back then, Frank said he wanted to

find someone who talks less to be his wife. He thought people who talk a lot are too noisy."

After saying that, Hackett looked at Frank smugly. He was curious to see how Frank would defend

himself, especially considering Ava, who was quite talkative and could keep going on and on. New

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Ava asked, "Am I talkative?"

Upon hearing it, Frank shook his head. "No."

Natalie felt that Hackett had lost this round. Hackett didn't manage to embarrass Frank and, in fact,

ended up being the one teased.

Trevon was abnormally quiet today. He did not participate in this topic and only hugged Cyril quietly.

The reason was very simple. Previously, his scandal was no less than Hackett's.

These were not things that could be said. He had to keep these secrets tightly locked away, not

allowing anyone to find out. Otherwise, if Natalie were to find out about any of those things, his later

years would be ruined.

At this time, Frank glanced at the quiet Trevon and sneered. In this moment of exposing embarrassing

histories, Trevon's silence undoubtedly hinted at some hidden thoughts, but Frank just couldn't be

bothered to reveal them. After all, Cyril seemed to like Trevon quite a bit.

Before the meal, it was always Frank and Hackett who were exposing each other's embarrassing

situations. They were just short of revealing what happened when they were little kids. Fortunately,

Grace called them for dinner and William and the others returned.

The table was crowded with people, and even the children took up half the space. Frank held Cyril, and

Grace placed Nona in a cradle, which was set beside William.

They raised their glasses in unison and congratulated them on their wishes for the future. Everyone

said blessings at night, and everyone had smiles on their faces. It was enough to show that they were

very happy.

They felt grateful for meeting, knowing each other, supporting each other, and coming together. They

hoped that friendship, love, and family bonds would all last long and enduring.

They ate for three hours and said everything they wanted to say. After that, everyone went home. Rose

stayed at the Roberts family. She was too excited at night and did not want to leave. She wanted to

continue sharing the past with Ava.