"Honey..."
Rachel Bailey called out softly.
"Too soft."
"Honey."
Rachel Bailey raised her voice a few decibels.
"Still too soft."
"Damn it, are you deaf or what? Honey! Did you hear that? Do I need to get a megaphone and shout into your ears?" Rachel Bailey, pushed past her patience by his repeated demands, couldn't help but burst out.
Hansen Ruiz laughed heartily. Her mouth just couldn't change its nature—so sharp!
It was because of Rachel Bailey's persuasion that Hansen Ruiz had been tolerating his mother's daily intrusions up until now.
"The Young Mistress usually doesn't get back until around ten o'clock," Floyd Thomas answered.
Mila Anderson glanced out of the car window at the sun again. She knew at a glance it was fierce and scorching hot.
Yet her precious future grandson was still being dragged around here and there by his mother.
"Madam, why don't we go back first?" Floyd Thomas suggested.
Go back?
