"Um..." The nanny asked the butler in confusion, "How did the Madam know the Sir was in a bad mood?"
The expression on the Sir's face was the same all year round without much change, so how did the Madam figure it out?
"Can the Madam be like us?" The butler reprimanded the nanny, "Go to work."
"Oh, oh." The nanny responded repeatedly and ran off to work.
The butler snorted inwardly, wondering to himself how he knew.
"Where's the little one?" Charles Seymour carried Sophie Wilson upstairs, and not seeing the little one, he asked.
"Went to grandparents' house," Sophie replied with a smile.
"Hmm." Charles responded with satisfaction, that troublesome little one was finally not at home, allowing him to have some time alone with Sophie.
Such quiet times were really too rare.
"You're really responsible as a dad, always asking about the kid first when you get back." Sophie had spent a long time with Charles and truly found more and more good traits in him.
