the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 357 - 356: As a kid who grew up around rough men, Ca

Ignatius Leclair followed behind into the courtyard. So early in the morning, the young Casimir Shaw was already up, standing stiff and straight after being shouted at by his father. A mix of emotions surged through him.

Though Richard Shaw had been crippled by the loss of both legs over the years, having such an affectionate and adorable little ’carrot top’ by his side had almost made up for all the regrets.

The man couldn’t help but think of the child he had lost and the words that Delphine had spoken to him.

"Your Uncle Ignatius is here. Hurry up and brush your teeth and wash your face. There’s also your favorite rice cakes." Sitting in a wheelchair, Richard Shaw wheeled himself into the living room as smoothly as if gliding.

The Shaw Family’s heritage was refined and distinguished; this seemingly ordinary wheelchair was actually the latest breakthrough in innovation. Rather than calling it a wheelchair, it was more accurate to say it was a product of integrating cutting-edge AI and cha technology. It had five combining modes, and most impressively, could transform into a new type of weapon.

It was the only one of its kind in the entire country, with proprietary technology kept top-secret. Its astronomical costs were justified solely to allow the forr Major General to live like a normal person while serving as a daily reminder of the military ambitions he had yet to fulfill.

Upon hearing that Uncle Ignatius had arrived, Casimir Shaw leapt up with joy. Then, upon hearing about rice cakes, he abandoned brushing his teeth altogether, let out a cheer, washed his face hastily, and tussled his bed-flattened hair—now resembling a chicken coop—before sprinting into the living room. His big, dark eyes sparkled brightly as he called out sweetly, "Uncle Ignatius, did you buy the rice cakes? Old Richard won’t let eat too many!"

Ignatius Leclair noticed the boy’s outfit—a puffer jacket adorned with lively tiger designs, paired with puffy down pants and fuzzy shoes embroidered with tiger patterns. The kid resembled an irresistibly charming little tiger, radiating cuteness. Even the man’s typically stern face softened slightly as he smiled faintly and reached out to Casimir Shaw, saying, "It’s Old Richard who knows you love them, so he bought them for you. Uncle Ignatius was in a hurry this ti, but I’ll buy gifts later and have them air-freighted to you."

As a little rascal growing up with a rugged old man for company, Casimir Shaw excelled at charming people and knew how to win goodwill wherever he could. He was already aware that Old Richard had bought the rice cakes, yet he darted like a slippery eel into Ignatius Leclair’s arms, tilting his small head upward and declaring earnestly, "If Uncle Ignatius hadn’t co, Old Richard wouldn’t have bought rice cakes for to eat at all!"

"Casimir Shaw, go brush your teeth again." Hanging up his military coat, Richard Shaw went to fetch so tea leaves for brewing and stoked the charcoal fire, pausing to instruct young Casimir casually but firmly.

"Alright." Just as he was about to put on another display of charm and mischief, Casimir Shaw slumped in disappointnt and trudged back to the courtyard to brush his teeth again.

Old Richard really was too an.

Ignatius Leclair noticed how the young boy’s small face was strikingly beautiful—almost excessively so. His eyes, particularly, were standard peach-shaped eyes, just like those Squire Family siblings renowned for their attractive features. For a mont, an ache lodged itself in his heart.

Ignatius Leclair lifted his gaze to survey the furnishings in the living room. As expected, everything—whether the tables, chairs, or screens—was handcrafted, exuding a sense of rustic elegance and simple nostalgia. Even the heating ca from an old-fashioned charcoal brazier.

Narrowing his eyes, Ignatius remarked coldly, "You’re letting your son live like this?"

Compared not only to aristocratic families but even to average affluent households, this living condition seed excessively frugal and harsh.

Richard Shaw was leisurely brewing tea. Since becoming a homaker, the man’s daily rhythm had slowed considerably, and brewing tea had beco a constant ritual.

"Though Casimir is a Shaw family descendant, it isn’t necessary for him to live an excessively lavish lifestyle. Learning self-reliance from a young age will make him cherish things more." Richard Shaw responded faintly.