Chapter 1829

Lincoln flashed a mischievous smile as he walked over. He pulled out his phone and proudly showed Taylor a video he'd recorded the night before. A moment later, Taylor's voice erupted from the screen, wailing like a banshee. "Abigail, where are you? I miss you so much—" "Holy crap!" Taylor jumped up, snatching the phone from Lincoln's hands. He quickly turned off the screen, clutching it to his chest as if he could suffocate the sound. "When did you even record this?" "That's not important," Lincoln said, flashing a playful grin. "I've made a dozen backups. This video is pure gold—don't you think Aunt Abigail deserves a copy?" "You wouldn't dare!" Taylor yelled. He quickly bit his tongue, terrified that Abigail might hear. "Alright, you sneaky fox. What do you want?" From the moment he'd found out that Lincoln was Chandler's biological son, Taylor knew the kid would have him wrapped around his finger eventually. Still, he hadn't expected it to happen today. At just seven years