Amelia Clarke gave a stiff smile, "Grandma is considerate."
Dorothy Brown: "Madam Moreland is also eager for a grandson, Miss Carter, do your best."
Amelia Clarke: "..."
After finishing breakfast, it was 7:40.
Owen Moreland went back to his room to change into a dark cyan suit, white shirt, and a deep red striped tie. He was serious and not smiling. When he came downstairs, his formidable presence was that of extraordinary nobility, giving Amelia Clarke the false impression that a leader had arrived for inspection.
She hung up her call with Viola Harris and took a few steps forward to greet him. Glancing at the jade jewelry box supported by his right arm, she vaguely understood what he intended to do but still asked, "Are you going out?"
Owen Moreland came straight over and took her hand, "Yes, today is grandmother's birthday, let's go."
Amelia Clarke frowned, looking down at her sleeveless blouse and jeans, "Am I going like this?"
