Skyler Jones was, of course, not asleep yet. At the moment, he was leisurely reading a financial magazine while sitting in his wheelchair.
Christine Quinn gently closed the door.
Hearing the sound, Skyler Jones looked up. Upon seeing her walk in, he put down the magazine in his hand and said, "Chatting with our daughter again?"
Christine Quinn nodded, "You know, little girls at this age always have a lot of imaginative ideas."
Skyler Jones curled his lips into a smile.
Christine Quinn walked over to Skyler Jones's side, "What are you smiling about?"
"I imagine our daughter told you things like treasuring our relationship."
Christine Quinn's eyes widened in surprise, "How did you know?"
Skyler Jones stretched out his arm, pulling Christine Quinn towards himself, "Because our daughter talked to me last night too."
Christine Quinn sat on Skyler Jones's unfeeling leg, wrapped her arms around his neck, and curiously asked, "What did she talk to you about?"
