Looking into his adorably hopeful eyes, Viola Harris inexplicably felt the thorn in her heart heal.
"Nick is so cute, nothing like his parents."
Finn Wilson had been gazing at her, and upon hearing this, he removed the cigarette from his lips and spoke, "Do you dislike that he doesn't look like me?" He flicked the ash into the ashtray, "Why don't you have one that looks like me then."
"You're crazy!" Viola Harris restrained her smile and glared at him displeased, "Don't smoke in front of the child."
Finn Wilson, scolded, was not angry at all; instead, he laughed, stubbed out his cigarette, and cheerfully said, "Alright."
After dinner.
Perhaps feeling tired, Jonathan Wilson began to yawn, and his plan to play for another half day had to be put on hold.
