Violet Zimmerman was taken back to the company by Joseph Lancaster, sitting in the back seat with her son in her arms, the man driving in front with a persistent smile on his lips.
After returning to the company, Joseph Lancaster laid his wool coat on the sofa as a mattress for his son, and Violet Zimmerman's coat became a blanket.
After settling the little one, Joseph Lancaster pulled Violet Zimmerman to the back of his desk, wrapped his arm around her and sat down together, "Violet, did you have enough to eat earlier?"
Sitting on her uncle's lap, with an arm around her waist, Violet Zimmerman appeared shy, "Yes, I did."
Joseph Lancaster raised his finger to tuck Violet Zimmerman's curled hair behind her ear, that way he could clearly see her face.
"Did Daxton instruct us to put in effort before he left for the business trip?"
Joseph Lancaster asked casually, yet Violet Zimmerman felt somewhat guilty, as if still expecting something, nodded slightly, "Mm,"
