"That's fine too." Nigel Hussey nodded his head.
Seeing Nigel's reaction, Lola Hussey guessed that her mother had accepted her little grandson?
She happily hugged her mother's waist and leaned on her, "Mom, since your little grandson is trying so hard to meet you, can you please not be angry anymore?"
At this point, there was nothing left for Mrs. Bailey to be angry about.
However, she still couldn't help herself from teasing, "Let me think about it. I haven't decided if I want to accept this little grandson yet."
As she said that...
Lola's eyebrows furrowed again.
Seeing this, Mrs. Bailey touched her cheek and said, "Don't try this trick on me. When I say I'll think about it, I mean it. Lola, you... "
Before she could finish her sentence...
Ethan Ainsley had already pulled Lola in front of him and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? Tell me if you're feeling uncomfortable. Is it your stomach, or somewhere else?"
Lola whispered, "Yes, it's my stomach. It hurts a little."
