"Then save your breath and shut up!"
Lillian Spencer detested being questioned by others. Frank Mitchell? Who does he think he is to question her decision?
Frank Mitchell snorted, a trace of defiance mixed into his expression, then turned and left.
Lillian Spencer clenched her fists. Thomas Shannon, should I say you're lucky, or just out of luck?
She smiled coldly and turned back to the study room, pressing the intercom, "Send J to my study room."
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Country F.
Sophie Sullivan held a cup of warm milk, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the snowflakes flutter outside.
Suddenly, she froze for a moment, then promptly called for the servant and handed the milk to them.
She looked down, gently touching her round stomach, "Little baby, are you awake? Are you greeting Mommy?"
Inside her stomach, the little fellow started stretching and kicking again, the force not small at all.
