Wyatt Perry was about to say that this arranged marriage didn't count, but seeing Claudia Ross so fond of the little girl, he swallowed his words.
As long as his wife liked it, his opinion didn't matter.
Claudia Ross held the little girl and kissed her repeatedly, saying that her skin was better than her own daughter Xixi's—white, soft, and delicate.
Mark Reed gave a bitter smile, "Just like her mom."
"Oh?" Hearing this, Claudia Ross widened her eyes, "Besides her skin, what else resembles her mom?"
"Her mouth too." Mark Reed focused on the little girl, his mind filled with Valentine Teller's charming image, and his heart throbbed with pain.
Since Mark Reed didn't shy away from talking about the little girl's mom, Claudia Ross asked, "Oh, what about her mom?"
"Her mom is in America."
"Why didn't she come back with you?"
Before Claudia Ross could finish speaking, she regretted it, for she saw an intense sorrow flash in Mark Reed's eyes.
