"Lady also said, if Madam has any questions, she can ask the Young Master and Young Lady, but..."
"But what?" Grace Yakov frowned.
"But it's best not to treat the two children as children." The butler repeated blankly, looking at the two well-behaved and adorable little buddies, not understanding what Evelyn Sherman was really trying to convey.
"What are your names?" It took Grace Yakov a while to completely calm down from the surprise and ask.
She lifted the two little buddies onto her thighs, one on each side, and looked down at their tender little faces, asking, "What are your names?"
"Harry."
"Molly."
Two childish voices rang out clearly.
"Who's older?" Grace Yakov asked again.
"I am!"
"I am!"
They chorused in unison again.
This time, Grace Yakov was baffled.
"Vinna Sherman, Evelyn said that children shouldn't lie," Harry furrowed his little brows, chiding his disobedient sister.
