To sum up...
Flossie Wright was tricked by her son.
"I'm leaving."
The expression in her eyes vaguely revealed her anger. It was clear that Flossie also realized what had happened but felt helpless because the other party was a child. At this moment, the only thing she could do was to leave.
"Sister," Little Hutchinson called her affectionately, and hurriedly grabbed the corner of her dress. His normally cool face broke into a good-natured smile, "Sis, could you come over to my house for dinner? My dad cooks really well."
Flossie's mouth twitched slightly.
Flossie, who would always accept gestures of goodwill but not force, unfortunately fell for it with this child who was not yet five years old.
Glenn Hutchinson watched the scene composedly, laughter dancing in his eyes, his gaze to Flossie suggesting some deep intention, as if he were planning something.
"This is a rare opportunity, why not give it a try?"
