"I was teaching Gigi to speak." But it wasn't successful.
Bobby didn't have the heart to admit his failure.
Unexpectedly, at this time, Baron Lawrence, holding Giselle Lawrence, came over and glanced at him. With a straight face, he looked at the Barbie doll on the sofa and said, "You're using a 'dog bone' to teach."
"I'm just using something Gigi likes to teach her, not a dog bone. If Gigi is a dog, then you're a big dog." Having spent so much money on the dolls without any success in hearing the word brother, Bobby retorted, "You try instead, since she won't even call you Dad."
Baron Lawrence didn't intend to pay attention to him.
But he heard the key point.
His footsteps toward the study, holding the little girl, suddenly paused. He lowered his head and met the big, watery eyes of the little girl staring at him. They stared at each other.
Giselle was the first to grin, with saliva sparkling at the corner of her mouth. She giggled and shouted to him, "Uncle!"
