Old Madam: "..."
Oh dear, she hadn't thought this through!
For a moment, Old Madam felt especially weary.
She wanted to just let it all go, to get back to being a tough old woman and abandon her dreams of being a gentle matriarch.
But when she looked at Victoria Wheeler, and then at the little one, she found she couldn't bear to let either of them get hurt.
She turned to Victoria Wheeler and whispered, "I was comparing Morgan to his yet-to-be-born uncle. But of all of them, Morgan is my favorite."
Victoria Wheeler seemed to slightly regain her color and then asked, "And what about me and Morgan?"
Old Madam glanced at Morgan and whispered even quieter, "You...you're still you."
Afterward, she looked at the little one, offering a soothing glance.
Peggy Lewis>: "..."
Was this how the Zhekova family usually interacted?
Peggy looked at Lyke Zhekova.
Lyke shook his head.
Don't ask him; he didn't know.
He wasn't usually coming here that often.
