And his words made the bodyguards and maids at the door bow their heads, stifling their laughter.
The few maids standing at a distance, even those who had entered middle age, were incredibly envious of the Young Madam.
The rumors about Master Liam being cold and ruthless—oh, how he treated his wife so well are beyond words. He's not only a good husband but also a good father, practically twenty-four filial!
"More precious than your daughter?" Tara Summer held back a laugh and continued to mutter.
Hearing that, the man raised an eyebrow, the corners of his lips curling up in a charmingly seductive smile. He leaned down to her ear and said, "What? Are you jealous of our daughter!?"
"Can't be bothered with you!" Tara shot him a glance, actually not jealous of her daughter at all, just wanting to pick a fight with him. She felt like being pregnant was akin to being imprisoned, completely losing her freedom because of his restrictions.
