"Mom..." Zoe Yale sensed something was wrong and quickly grabbed Evelyn Sherman's arm, acting coquettishly.
"Don't worry. If you're really pregnant, the wedding can't be delayed. I'll discuss it with your father," Evelyn Sherman reassured her.
Zoe Yale's eyes lit up, and she nodded fervently like a chick pecking at rice.
As long as she could marry Charles White, anything would be worth it!
"Chester Yale..." Evelyn Sherman turned around and looked at Chester Yale at the desk. Just as she was about to say something, she saw Chester give her a look, signaling her to keep quiet for now.
Evelyn Sherman was slightly taken aback.
Looking at them again, she felt like she was missing something.
"Molly, your mom asked you a question earlier that you haven't answered yet." Chester Yale reached out to Evelyn Sherman, inviting her to come to his side, speaking aloofly.
His casual tone was as lighthearted as idle chatter.
"What?" Zoe Yale had forgotten and looked up in confusion.
