"You seem to have a bias against Grace," Rosie Scott turned her head to look at Charles Anderson who was driving.
He clearly had a cold gleam in his eyes upon hearing the name 'Grace'.
"I'm not going to hide it from you, she's liked me since childhood."
Rosie hadn't expected that.
She suddenly remembered Grace saying she wanted to be someone's heroine; it seemed the woman had understood something extraordinary.
In the back seat, the 'male nanny' Felix Scott was holding his granddaughter. He suddenly raised his head and seriously spoke, "I've always wondered why she looked at you so affectionately. I've heard that girls nowadays go to great lengths for men. Charles Anderson, you'd better be careful. My daughter finally returned home, and you better not make her leave again—"
"Dad, that won't happen."
Ever since returning from the hospital, Rosie had been hearing Charles continuously calling doctors. He was probably doing it for Jane.
