Forsythia Brown took the initiative, and Gem Atkinson did not object.
After glancing at the little head nestled in Forsythia's embrace, he snorted coldly, said "then I'll trouble you," and left.
Looking left and right in the hall, Forsythia wondered, what should she do next?
She didn't know where Beast's room was.
The young black woman, Marie, came in timely and said, "Madam, please follow me."
"Thank you, Marie."
"It's my duty, madam."
The young black woman led Forsythia to the second floor and pushed open the door to the master bedroom.
Actually, while downstairs, seeing that her portrait paintings still hung everywhere in the hall, Forsythia had a hunch that the upstairs arrangement probably hadn't changed either.
Indeed, stepping into the familiar bedroom again, Forsythia felt a little disoriented.
"The young master stays in this room," said the young black woman.
Beast lives here?
There's no separate children's room?
