"Silly Lulu, what on earth do you have going on in your head all the time?" Abbie frowned, clearly unimpressed.
"Mother loves us the most, well… at least she loves me the most. Mother is ours, and she would never be angry with us. Don't worry, once we get to Eastonia, mother will be so happy she won't be able to speak. Mmm… I can't wait to see mother's face filled with surprise and joy, she will look so pretty!"
In Abraham Redington's eyes, his delicate and adorable mother was the best woman in the world.
And deep down, he always believed that mother was his own.
Even Silly Lulu couldn't snatch mother away from him.
"Hmm…" Lulu lowered her head, pouting her lips.
She really wanted to tell Abbie that she felt mother loved her the most.
But…
Lulu was timid and a bit afraid.
Especially with uncle Richard Coldwell sitting across from her with a cool expression and a dark face.
She didn't dare to talk back to Abbie; if Abbie also stopped caring for her, she would be all alone.
