"Hmm," Jared Quinn responded with a nod, his eyes coldly fixated on Timmy's suitcase as he sank into the luxurious European-style sofa. His long, lean legs crossed confidently, a finger pinching a cigarette, the smoke rising leisurely, making the scene more obscure.
On the stairs, a small figure just emerged from Melody Thorne's bedroom, with a cold and heavy expression mirroring the man on the sofa.
He trotted down to the last step of the stairs, the small figure appearing somewhat desolate, somewhat pitiable.
The butler looked at the large and small figures in the hall, along with their excessively cold and similar facial features, feeling a bit of a headache, silently praying over and over.
Madam, please come back soon, come back soon...
Otherwise, there will definitely be chaos later, right?
The cold light in Timmy's eyes reflected as he looked at the man on the sofa, completely devoid of innocence or cuteness. "I knew you wouldn't be able to keep her."
