Feeling like a tough girl, I immediately gathered myself and sat up straight.
"Of course, I'll bully him back. However you bully me now, that's how I'll bully your son in the future!" she said, laughing exuberantly.
Walter Schmidt remained silent, his sensual thin lips curling up, his dark eyes glanced over at the woman on the big bed who was still unmoving, then he turned back and said softly, "Fiona, in front of your sister-in-law, don't mention the child's gender. Whether it's a son or a daughter, they're both precious to me..."
Fiona frowned, seeing the expression on her brother's face, realizing she had said something wrong, stuck out her tongue and apologized, "I understand what you mean, Dad must want a grandson. I shouldn't keep mentioning 'nephew' or 'son', it only adds pressure on my sister-in-law! Sorry..."
She patted her mouth, implying she wouldn't say more.
