Nathan Fawcett stopped beside Anne Sutton.
Mia Shaw glanced at the man. 'If Charles Prescott is the kind of man you want to possess after just one look, then the man before me is the kind you know, with a single glance, you could never have a chance with!'
Nathan Fawcett looked at Anne Sutton and said, "Let's go in."
Anne Sutton stood up, positioned herself beside Nathan Fawcett, and said to the others, "If you'll excuse me."
Ian tugged on Nathan Fawcett's hand. "Dad, that woman was just talking about Mom."
He was pointing at Mia Shaw.
He was quite the expert at tattling.
Anne Sutton hadn't expected Ian to pull a move like this.
Mia Shaw was startled. She hadn't imagined a three-year-old child would hold a grudge against her.
'Just because I took a couple of jabs at Anne Sutton?'
She stood up, looked at Nathan Fawcett, and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Linden. I didn't. The young master must have misunderstood."
Nathan Fawcett looked at Anne Sutton. "Is it a misunderstanding?"
