Clara was about to sit down, but she quickly stood up again when she heard that. Turning to Sienna Hale, she said, "Thank you... Mrs. Quinn."
Sienna Hale didn't look at her. She just pursed her lips and let out a soft snort through her nose by way of acknowledgment.
Clara sat down and exchanged a look with Seth Quinn, a faint smile in both their eyes.
After Clara sat down, no one spoke. Clara focused on feeding him, and Seth focused on drinking the soup. Sienna Hale sat by, her face expressionless, but seeing her son enjoying the soup so much brought her a great sense of comfort.
Her gaze drifted to Clara. 'Honestly, if it weren't for her family background, with her looks and disposition, she wouldn't be a bad fit for the title of the Quinn family's young mistress.'
