Henry sighed.
He knew that Erin must've left a bitter taste in her mouth. But it was true. Even Henry had to admit that it was partly Kate's fault for spoiling that woman rotten until she turned into a huge mean bitch.
"Don't worry about her. She's surviving by eating fish and seals right now, probably. I think she hasn't died yet, since that Faro guy always sent me an update of her eating boiled fish miserably," Henry said.
Kate chuckled, she didn't want to sound mean, but the idea that her sister was suffering in isolation was enough to put a smile on her.
"Besides, I also want a daughter because I thought she would look like you," Henry said. "She will look very cute and beautiful. I'll play with her every day."
"And what's wrong with having a baby boy? I bet he will look like you," Kate said. "I've always wondered how cute it is to see the mini version of you."
"Haha—No," Henry laughed dryly. "I was a menace when I was a kid."
