Cherline knew what it was referring to.
In her cold gaze, a faint glimmer appeared, carrying a trace of barely discernible anticipation.
She parted her lips lightly and uttered just two words, "Postpone."
"Alright, Master, I understand. You want to busy yourself with matters at home first; otherwise, you won't feel at ease leaving."
Gearbo wasn't wrong. It was becoming increasingly attuned to its second-generation master.
Though she was still young, a girl as radiant as a blooming flower, she carried an unmatched and formidable intellect.
As for A City, that was the place where she would flourish and shine perfectly!
—
The next day.
Early in the morning, Cherline headed to little Clarissa's room, embracing her small frame and speaking softly by her ear, "Clarissa, today your big sister has to go to the hospital early. I can't take you to school—let Grandpa do it, OK?"
"I'm okay with it~"
