The little one was staring innocently at Michael Gordon while speaking. The clarity and transparency in her eyes made Michael stall in the act of standing, rigid for a moment, before sitting back down in his seat.
"Bianca Aretha, who taught you to be so uncouth!"
Having saw Michael Gordon's hesitant expression, Ivy, realizing that the conversation was about something they probably shouldn't hear, scolded her daughter even though he did what Bianca asked him and sat back down.
"You can go take your call somewhere else. Don't disturb our meal!"
Ivy gave him a glance, signaling him to not take the child's words seriously. Cathy, being a smart woman, quickly got up and excused herself.
Michel Gordon looked down at his daughter sitting next to him on a small stool, her black eyes gazing at him. The clear and spirited eyes were filled with curiosity, as if trying to guess who was on the phone.
