"Look at you, all sweaty from playing." Sophie Wilson laughed as she took out a tissue, wiped the sweat off the little one's face, and gently touched his cheek.
"Mom." The little one clung to Sophie Wilson's arm, acting all cute and coy.
Sophie Wilson chuckled, "Mom is here waiting for you."
"Okay." The little one nodded vigorously, let go of Sophie Wilson's arm, and turned to dash off.
Sophie Wilson turned around, looked at Chloe White, who seemed struck by lightning, and said with a smile, "Miss White, rest assured, I wouldn't divorce Mr. Seymour because of the little one. After all, the little one is our child."
Rumble——
Chloe White felt as if her world was flashing with thunder and lightning, brilliant bolts tearing through the sky, the ground cracking inch by inch, leaving her unable to stand firm, swaying on her feet.
"He, he is..." Chloe White spoke, forcing a few harsh, awkward words through her dry throat.
