"He's your child, isn't he?"
One sentence drew the attention of everyone.
She was a very attractive woman with bright red lips and captivating eyes, filled with deep affection. Her makeup was vivid yet not garish. Merely a glance from her was enough to stir one's heart.
Flossie Wright's brows twitched slightly, recalling a faint familiarity from her memory.
She was the woman who was just teasing Flynn Reid at the entrance.
"Flynn, did you do something wrong?"
Glenn Hutchinson cast a casual glance over him, then lowered his head to stare at Flynn Reid, asking faintly.
Struggling to raise his head, Flynn Reid shook it earnestly and stated in a unusually serious tone, "No."
"You may have misunderstood; little Flynn has always been well-behaved."
The woman raised her eyes in surprise, but the smile on her lips became even more intense as she voluntarily explained on behalf of Flynn Reid.
