"Amelia, your third kid is so well-behaved." Viola Harris picked up Arthur, whose cheeks were plump, jawline sharp, with big eyes and a high nose bridge. His lips were thin, hinting at the stern and aloof demeanor he might have as he grows. He wore a gray little T-shirt and simple cropped jeans, yet he managed to look stylish in such ordinary clothes.
Amelia Clarke thought that boys need to have their privacy protected, so she stopped letting them wear open-crotch pants in public after they turned seven months old.
"The third one looks so much like your boss Moreland." The more Viola looked at Arthur, the more she found him handsome. Thomas and Years By Years had eyes and mouths resembling Amelia Clarke's, looking somewhat more delicate compared to Arthur.
"I'll take your son for a bit; I'll return him shortly." Amelia Clarke was busy attending to guests, and upon hearing Viola's words, she casually nodded.
