Old Mrs. Seymour glared, and Old Mr. Seymour instantly backed down, coaxing his wife inside to eat something and cool off.
The nanny was watching over the little one on the side, so the elderly couple felt at ease sitting in the house. They were getting on in years—playing with the kid for a while was fine, but if it went on too long, they really didn't have the energy.
Charles and Sophie's arrangement was actually pretty good: whenever they missed the little one, they'd come stay for a few days, then go back.
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"Chloe, what's wrong?" Chloe White's friend looked in puzzlement at her, who had suddenly stopped walking. Following her gaze, she happened to see the Seymour Family's villa.
"Over there…" Chloe blinked and asked, "Did you see the child over there?"
Her friend gave it a curious glance and said, "Yeah, I saw. What about it?"
"Don't you think it's weird? Why would the Seymour Family have such a young child?" Chloe grew even more confused.
