Wayne Bailey set down Ivy Bailey and strode forwards in several big steps, snatching away the ice cream from Leo's hands.
"Daddy—" Leo was panicked.
Wayne Bailey glanced at it; more than half was already eaten, such a big box.
"Simon Bailey! Stand facing the wall to reflect for ten minutes and recite the multiplication table!" Wayne Bailey was furious, grabbed the little spoon from his hands, and finished off the remainder in two bites.
The flavor was sweet and cool, the texture quite nice.
Wayne Bailey, who never had a liking for ice cream, actually thought it was pretty good.
Leo: "..."
...
"Why do you need a sewing machine?" The servant didn't understand, "Ms. Scarlett, you're supposed to register at school today."
"I'm not going. I've read the books myself and I understand everything…I want to make something..."
"The young master has instructed that you are not to run around any more; I am to keep a close eye on you."
