"Sorry, I'm sorry, my daughter... she's a little mentally ill, a bit slow, and she offended the young master. Please, young master, forgive her," Amelia Foster quickly said.
Jeremiah May was taken aback. This little one... is a fool?!
Can someone with such eyes truly be a fool? And is it because she's a fool that she completely doesn't fear his coldness?
Amelia Foster was about to take the little one and leave when Theodora May squinted her eyes and called out, "Wait a moment."
Amelia Foster immediately froze, only to see Mr. May already standing before her, his eyes fixed on the little one in her arms, as if studying something.
Could it be that Mr. May is angry? As she recalled the fate of those who angered Mr. May, mentioned by the elder sister, Amelia Foster's heart turned cold, and she quickly said, "Sir, she... she's just a child, and mentally slow. Please don't mind her..."
"Is this child yours?" Mr. May asked in such a manner.
