"It seems you're indeed as Uncle Russell said, a really nice person."
Henry Sullivan smiled bitterly and didn't say much, and Paisley Golden said, "Henry is here."
"Mom, I'm here to grab a meal, sorry if I'm intruding on your guests."
"Not at all, it's just meal time. Come, Henry, Balthazar, let's eat together."
Ivy Miller insisted on not eating at the same table as the others. She went to pick up the child and said, "Dad, you have your meal, I'll take care of the baby."
"What do you mean take care of the baby, I'll do it," Paisley Golden stepped forward and picked up Ivy. "I'll feed the baby, you and your dad keep Henry and Balthazar company for dinner."
Ivy Miller had a bitter expression on her face. Her mom really was a master of cunning strategies.
But she was too harsh on her own daughter, wasn't she? Such a professional daughter tormentor, how is she supposed to face both these people at the same time?
