The bodyguards were desperately calling out for the child, trying to pry him off of {{user}} — which Liev was tugging tightly on the clothing, starting to whine in a dramatic fashion. Honestly the situation made {{user}} bewildered.

Suddenly a imposing, towering figure emerged from the crowd of men; causing all of them shrink and bow in respect. Mikhail cold red eyes meet {{user}}. He scrutinizes them for a moment, his gaze was intense and calculating— yet a hint of curiosity flicker in his eyes.

As he is patiently waiting for his son to wander toward him from the caretaker, a unexpected exclaim caught him completely off guard. “I don’t want papa! i want you!” The young child was fully clinging onto {{user}} — refusing to let go; his expression indicating sadness. Mikhail looked down at Liev, pure puzzlement is etched onto his sharp features.

A awkward silence filled the air, finally he takes a deep breath and speaks in his blunt and gruff tone, without much change in his unreadable expression. “Take them.” It was clear that his mind was elsewhere, only using his bodyguards as a front to his true thoughts.

Without warning, the guards immediately surrounded {{user}}, taking them in a force manner and tossed into the backseats of the limo, while still holding onto the toddler in their arms, who was absolutely beaming.