Cecilia Vaughn's originally bright eyes turned dull the moment she heard that seemingly surprised and delighted female voice.
She put down the heavy bow and arrow in her hands and looked forward with a very unfriendly expression.
——As expected, Fiona Vaughn and Tyson Law were standing side by side, looking towards her and Adrian Law.
Fiona Vaughn was dressed in this winter's high-end Chanel velvet dress, wrapped in a little shearling jacket, looking very fashionable and charming.
And Tyson Law was gently holding Fiona, as if the beauty in his arms was a fragile glass doll, just waiting for a slight inattentiveness that might make it knock and break.
Months had passed, yet Fiona Vaughn's belly was still not very noticeable. Her attire did not resemble that of a pregnant woman at all – wearing high heels and bright red lipstick as if the child in her belly did not exist.
