"..." Evelyn Sherman was stunned for a moment and quickly walked over.
First, she reached out to touch Molly's forehead, and seeing her temperature had really gone down, she sat down next to Harry.
Yesterday, she had been busy taking care of Molly and didn't have time to hug Harry.
Fortunately, the two little ones usually loved to play and make a racket. When Molly got sick, Harry was the most worried.
So there was no reason for jealousy.
"Harry, once you finish eating, I'll take you to kindergarten." Evelyn rubbed his little head and then looked towards Molly.
"You can only stay at home and rest today."
"Poor Little Princess..." Molly's delicate little face fell, pitifully drawing in her little nose.
Seeing the porridge that Chester Yale brought to her lips, she quickly opened her mouth and ate it.
Having to act pitiful to avoid being scolded, and also wanting to eat, the little princess had it tough.
