Richelle tried hard not to laugh, her lips slightly curling up, "Of course not, Auntie is going to work to make money to support you guys!"
Little Master seemed not to care and turned around to leave.
When he reached the door, he stopped and looked back at her.
"I have money; I can support my siblings!"
The implication was that Richelle didn't have to work so hard.
Richelle felt the awkward love from her eldest son, and her heart ached, and her eyes were a little hot.
"Okay, thank you Timmy!"
Richelle accompanied the three children to finish their syrup and egg tarts, set up the study materials in the living room, and prepared for class.
Mrs. Walker tidied up the kitchen and came out to ask Richelle.
"Richelle, do we need to prepare dinner for Mr. Lewis tonight?"
Three children sitting on the stools all perked their ears up to look at Richelle.
Richelle shook her head, "No need."
This place isn't his home; who is he to demand daily meals?
