"You asked me how long I will take care of her? Until the day I die."
Travis Miller's already unpleasant expression became even more somber.
Two seconds later, Penelope Conner slowly curled her lips into a smile.
"Just be like you used to be. These things will happen naturally. I was just casually reminding you, nothing more. Even if I didn't, would you really neglect Salma? With the Hemsworth Family around, you probably don't have much opportunity."
"Besides, I am aware that your main focus is on studying and company management."
"Don't feel pressured; I'm not forcing you into anything."
Penelope Conner suddenly changed her attitude, her emotions unstable. Travis Miller seemed somewhat accustomed to this. He pulled away the chair and went upstairs past the dining table.
Penelope Conner's smile gradually faded, her lips pursed straight.
The servant beside her hesitated, "Madam, you know the Young Master always values your health. You should avoid saying such ominous words…"
