Chapter 3
In her mind, that excuse was perfect.
Unexpectedly, they both replied in unison, "Mommy, do you think we're three-year-olds?"
Sofia Hamilton: "..."
Even if they're not three, they're only six years old!
Why are they so hard to fool!
Wilson frowned, "Please don't use such a dumb excuse to insult our intelligence."
Lena: "Exactly, exactly."
Sofia surrendered, having to compromise and plead, "Sweeties, Mommy isn't running away from home, there's just something I have to do, let's not tell Daddy, okay?"
"Then tell us honestly, what is it you have to do?"
Lena frowned, seemingly concerned whether what Mommy was going to do was dangerous.
Seeing her son's determined attitude, Sofia could only deceive him, "It's about your godmother. She's having some trouble over there, so shouldn't Mommy go help her right away?"
She took Wilson's hand, "Your godmother and Mommy are good sisters, good friends, so as a good friend, shouldn't I be there to help her at this time?"
