Mr. May smiled softly and picked up Mireille Yowell, "Alright, Mireille, don't cry." His slender fingers seemed to brush off the grass and dust from Mireille Yowell's pink dress inadvertently, but his gaze turned to Mrs. Lee who was sitting beside him, "Clover, how do you suggest we resolve the children's earlier tussle?"
But Mrs. Lee seemed lost in her own world, ignoring Mr. May's question.
Mr. May was not surprised; she spoke little when she wasn't having her episodes, and it was only during those episodes that she talked the most, allowing him to converse with her to his heart's content.
But at those times, she often mistook him for someone else, leaving him deeply frustrated yet helpless.
"Since our Mireille is upset, then…" Mr. May's words were interrupted by Amelia Foster suddenly kneeling before him with a thud.
