"You call her Mommy?"
Madam Hawke looked at Dominic Hawke, her expression complex.
The little guy doesn't even call her auntie anymore, but directly calls her Mommy?
"Yes! Grandma, I really like her, she's my Mommy."
Dominic Hawke was very earnest.
This is his biological mother, of course he has to call her Mommy!
The two elders of the Hawke Family exchanged glances, at a loss for words.
Beside them, Bea blinked her large eyes and handed a glass of water to Elder Hawthorne.
"Grandpa Hawthorne, please have some water."
This is his biological grandfather!
He dearly misses Grandpa's insect lab.
When can he go play there again?
"Thank you."
Seeing Bea hand over the glass, Elder Hawthorne took it, inexplicably feeling a sense of intimacy.
"Bea, why are you wearing a mask at home?"
Perhaps because the child's forehead and eyes were strikingly similar to his own grandson's, he felt a natural affection.
"Because I have a cold, I'm afraid of infecting you all."
