Anne Sutton said, "I'm not as wonderful as you say."
"But I think you are."
Hearing Ian's words, Anne Sutton smiled.
'What a pity that things in this world rarely go as planned. Such an adorable child, but he wasn't hers.'
Nathan Fawcett stood to the side, watching Anne Sutton. Seeing how happily she was chatting with Ian, he simply sat down quietly nearby.
Anne Sutton looked at him. "By the way, Charles Prescott went to the house today."
Nathan Fawcett's eyes turned cold. "What was he doing there?"
"He said he'd left something behind and came to pick it up," Anne Sutton said. "I had someone accompany him inside. He took his things and has already left."
Hearing her explanation, Nathan Fawcett said, "If he needed to get something, he could have just sent someone to run the errand for him. Did he really need to go himself?"
Anne Sutton heard him and said, "You know, you have a point."
