"Daniel," Mia Smith said as she patted Julian Cooper's back, "I don't care what you say about me, but you can't upset your father like this. As the saying goes, there are three unfilial acts, and having no offspring is the greatest. You've been married for three years without a child, isn't your father worried that there will be no one to continue the Cooper family?"
She could really shift the topic of conversation.
Before Daniel could reply, a soft chuckle suddenly came from the stairs. "Oh? Who says Mr. Cooper has no heir?"
The voice was cool and gentle, slightly hoarse in the morning air, lazy but with a hint of provocation.
Daniel's brow furrowed at once; he had still managed to wake her up after all.
Everyone turned their heads to see an elegant woman standing halfway up the stairs, her white gown framed by the light blue wallpaper behind her, as if she were part of a meticulously drawn portrait of beauty.
