"Then let's go home," Charles Seymour said.
"Alright," Sophie Wilson nodded, getting into the car.
Charles Seymour walked around to the other side of the car. Before sitting down, he glanced once at the direction Sophie had just been looking.
It was just a glance, one that didn't slow down his actions, and Sophie naturally didn't notice anything.
As the car drove out of the courtyard, the curtain of the window Sophie had noticed fluttered slightly.
Baby's chubby little hand was holding the curtain, and his petal-like, soft little mouth was slightly open, "That's Mommy... she looks even prettier than in the video."
"Oh dear, my baby, what are you doing by the window?" Old Mrs. Seymour hurried over, don't be fooled by her age, she was still quite spry.
Sprinting to the window, Old Mrs. Seymour scooped Baby up, cuddling the warm, soft little bundle into her arms.
"Mommy..." Baby's little hand pointed outside.
