"Oh."
Yelena raised both hands to cover the top of her head where she had been tapped, her face still wearing an extremely aggrieved expression.
Seeing that his daughter was pretending to be pitiful again, William could only shake his head helplessly. He did not lecture her any further.
After all, Yelena and Ivan's bickering had long since become part of their daily routine. The roles of brother and sister seemed to have been switched between them.
Although William was gratified by Ivan's maturity, and by how interested he seemed in a military career, Ivan would occasionally ask him about business matters.
However...
That brat Ivan was only four years old!!!
Four years old...
William had no idea what he had been doing at four. Probably playing in the mud.
Ivan had spoken at six months, walked and run at seven months, and would occasionally stare out the window in deep thought.
It often made William mistakenly believe that his son was also a transmigrator.
It seemed that after Ivan learned that his father was the head of Umbrella, and that this world contained supernatural phenomena, he had begun studying how the company operated.
Although Yelena also behaved very unusually, she was at least like an ordinary child in that she enjoyed playing around and causing trouble.
To be honest, Ivan was very well suited to inherit Umbrella and the Russell Family. However, William still hoped that Ivan could live an ordinary life instead of acting so mature at such a young age.
"Dad."
At that moment, Yelena noticed that her father was lost in thought. She raised a hand and squeezed William's cheeks. "What are you doing?"
Coming back to his senses, William smiled gently at Yelena. Then he walked toward the villa's door and said fondly, "Seeing how