"You never need to be polite with me, let alone, Harry is so clever and smart, I'm happy to have such a son."
Charlie Austin's cheerful voice and Evelyn Sherman's heavy heart formed a stark contrast.
Evelyn hung up the phone and was dazed for a long time.
She sat blankly for a while before picking up her cell phone again, dialing another number.
"Ella, are you asleep?" Evelyn's voice was somewhat hoarse.
"You mean to ask if the Little Princess is asleep, don't you? Sorry, the Little Princess is already asleep and probably won't be able to say hello to you, Mommy!"
On the other end of the phone, a young, energetic woman's voice came through clearly.
"But before she went to sleep, she told me very seriously a thousand times that she loves Mommy the most, so you can rest assured."
"..."
Thinking of her darling Little Monk who loves to babble, Evelyn's lips curled into a smile.
Immediately, as if remembering something, the smile on her lips vanished bit by bit.
