"Alright, if you don't want to scold him, tomorrow I'll do it for you... I won't let him bully you that easily."
Rebecca Quentin chuckled softly, "Hmm."
Christine Quinn gently brushed Rebecca Quentin's hair, "Then you should get some sleep..."
Rebecca Quentin suddenly asked, "Why aren't you sleeping either?"
"I am not not sleeping, I'm just trying to comfort you!"
"You can't sleep either, can you?"
Rebecca Quentin suddenly turned her face, gazing deeply at the slightly agitated expression of Christine Quinn.
"No..."
"Mr. Jones didn't come today... although it confirms your suspicions, your heart still feels a bit lost, right?"
Christine Quinn pulled up the blanket and impatiently muttered, "I want to sleep now, goodnight!"
The next day.
Rebecca Quentin got up early.
She walked through the garden path with Andrew, her mood showing no difference from usual.
Andrew, holding Rebecca Quentin's hand, suddenly looked up and asked, "Mommy, did Daddy make you... angry?"
