Having successfully taken out two bodyguards and entered the Master Bedroom to see the two sleeping children, Lillian could hardly conceal her triumph.
She had not expected things to go so smoothly.
However, things were not as smooth as Lillian had imagined.
As she approached the bed and looked at the two equally delicate and cherubic toddlers, she frowned once more.
Both little ones were dressed in the same beige pajamas, adorably dosing under their light blankets, and even she couldn't help but internally exclaim at their cuteness.
Of course, these were not the most important concerns—the important thing was—which one was the eldest son?
The brothers shared the same golden-brown hair, and their features and faces were nearly indistinguishable, appearing like two little dolls crafted by a master artisan.
Lillian could not tell at all which one was the elder brother and which one was the younger.
