"Cecilia, you're here. The girl cleans up nicely, doesn't she? So fair and neat, with such big eyes. If you took her out, people would believe she was your own flesh and blood. Eldest, Second Son, Little Third, come and meet your sister."
Mrs. Quincy looked her up and down.
Her features were nice, but she was just too small and skinny.
But she had long arms and legs. With some proper nutrition, she should grow tall.
'She's not my son's biological child. No matter how perfect she is, I couldn't care less.'
Cecilia Adler said, "She should be a few months older than Little Third."
"She's older than us? She's so tiny. I hope she doesn't end up being a shorty. What was her name again?"
"Auntie, my name is Claire Jocelyn. My sister mentioned it when we came in."
Cecilia corrected her, "You should call her Madam."
"Madam, hello. My name is Claire Jocelyn."
Christal Russell's brow twitched. "Her surname isn't Quincy? Why doesn't she call you Mom?"
