He must be Mom's child; Dad already told him so.
He won't believe what that person said.
"Baby, would you like Mom to bake a cake for you?" Sophie Wilson asked with a bright smile.
"Yes!" The baby clapped his little hands happily and nodded repeatedly.
"I'll ask the nanny to buy the ingredients," Old Mrs. Seymour said with a smile.
"Grandma, I'll take the baby to the supermarket to buy them," Sophie Wilson said.
"Alright, I'll have the driver take you there." Old Mrs. Seymour hurriedly instructed the driver to get ready, watched Sophie and the baby leave by car, and then remarked with emotion, "The bond between the baby and Sophie is really good. It's true motherly instinct."
"Isn't it?" Old Mr. Seymour agreed with a smile, "Sophie is much better than that Chloe White."
"That girl has ulterior motives!" Old Mrs. Seymour's face darkened as she said grumpily.
What does Chloe White want to do?
Bringing Sophie to see the baby clearly wants to stir things up.
