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"Aunt Smith, here's your grandson. Take a look!"
As she said this, Alette Larson, still smiling, handed the little fellow, who was crying fiercely, to Fiona Reed, and took the opportunity to step hard on Lucas Sandy. This man had managed to make the child cry.
But the child, who was originally crying so fiercely, started to chuckle as soon as he reached Fiona Reed's arms. His big, round eyes turned eagerly, which amused Fiona greatly.
"Look at that, how smart the child is. Isn't it clear that he stops crying the moment grandma holds him!"
Alette Larson: "..."
So, the reason the child had just been crying was that she wasn't the grandma!
"Eh, my dear, are you Willy Smith? Or are you Molly Smith?"
After holding the child for quite a while, Fiona Reed finally realized she didn't even know whether it was a boy or a girl, "But looking at those rosy, plump lips, it must be Molly Smith. The next top socialite has been born!"
Alette Larson: "..."
