Chapter 766

Preston Sinclair sighed in frustration. He rose from his seat and adjusted his tailored suit.

"Fine, I'll take a walk outside."

Evelyn Sinclair waved at Preston, then turned her attention to little Oliver. She couldn't resist the urge to ruffle his messy curls.

"Oliver, your daddy loves you very much. He'll be sad if you keep pushing him away."

Oliver pouted, thinking, He won't!

"But I wanted to talk to you alone, Pretty Lady!"

Evelyn's heart melted instantly.

How could she scold such an adorable child?

"Alright, let's talk about your daddy then. What do you think are his best qualities?"

Oliver scrunched his nose, struggling with the difficult question.

Does Daddy even have any good qualities? Every time he calls me a good boy, he just piles on more lessons with my tutor. That trick doesn’t work on me anymore! But if I don’t say anything, Pretty Lady will think I’m not a good son. For my reputation, I’ll have to say something nice!

Evelyn smiled, eager to witness this father-son bonding moment.

Oliver pursed his lips, deep in thought.

"Daddy has too many good qualities! He’s handsome, so all the girls like him—but everyone likes me more!"

Evelyn burst into laughter. Even while praising his father, Oliver couldn’t help but compliment himself.

What a little charmer!

"What else?"

Oliver grinned. "He’s super rich and can’t even spend all his money—but I’ll be even richer when I grow up!"

Evelyn nodded approvingly. Such ambition!

"What else?"

Oliver hesitated, then mumbled, "He really likes you."

Evelyn froze, caught off guard.

Oliver’s eyes immediately welled up with tears.

"But I like you more! I’m the one who likes you the most!"

A strange flutter passed through Evelyn’s chest, but seeing Oliver’s watery eyes, it vanished instantly.

She quickly reassured him, "Of course, I like you too! But remember, strong boys don’t cry, okay?"

Oliver’s sniffles stopped abruptly, as if he’d been acting the whole time.

He nodded seriously. "I know. Sophia tells me that too. She’s my nanny. When I grow up, Daddy will be old. No girl likes old men. Everyone loves young, handsome guys like me!"

So, I still have the advantage! Daddy can’t compete with me!

Evelyn giggled. Such innocent confidence!

She didn’t have the heart to tell Oliver that even at eighty, Preston Sinclair would still have women throwing themselves at him.

"Yes, yes, you’re absolutely right!"

Better to let the boy believe in his future glory.

Oliver beamed, thrilled that Evelyn agreed with him.

"Pretty Lady, don’t fall for Daddy’s sweet words. Men can’t be trusted!"

Evelyn laughed helplessly.

Oliver hesitated, then added, "But… Daddy is still better than Mean Mister. Ugh, I’m just too young!"

"Mean Mister" was Nathan Blackwood—Oliver’s nickname for him.

Evelyn paused, then gently said, "When you’re studying abroad, take care of yourself. Learning is important, but enjoying life matters just as much."

She knew Oliver’s intelligence surpassed kids his age. The pressure of competitions weighed on him.

She only wanted him to relax and not push himself too hard.

Oliver nodded solemnly. Pretty Lady still treats me the best!