"..."
Charlotte stood there, looking at her two kids who were somehow more popular than she was, feeling rather helpless.
"Is the dress uncomfortable?"
Before long, Anthony returned and took her hand. "Let's go. We'll head back and you can change."
"Well, about that..."
Meeting the man's meaningful gaze and remembering what he had said earlier, Charlotte frowned. Feigning absolute sincerity, she said, "Since we brought the babies out, why don't we go visit Great-grandma at The Blair Estate today?"
"It's been a while since they saw them. Grandma and your parents must miss them."
"Alright, whatever you say."
Anthony smiled faintly, agreeing magnanimously.
"..."
Charlotte stood frozen, staring at him quietly, her heart pounding.
Agreeing so quickly? Unscientific.
"What's wrong?"
Anthony leaned in, gently nuzzling his wife's forehead, his voice velvety. "What are you afraid of? Your husband isn't going to eat you."
"..."
Charlotte pursed her lips, her expression complicated.
If she hadn't already had his kids, she might have actually believed him.
—
Seeing the couple step out, the others sensibly dispersed.
"..."
Frederick and Ophelia stared at their mother without blinking, seemingly deep in thought.
Why did Mommy look so different?
"What are you looking at?"
Anthony stepped forward, his thumb gently caressing the baby's cheek. He cooed softly, "Give Mommy a smile."
"Ah, ah, oh~"
Ophelia stuck out her pink little tongue, a bright smile quickly blooming on her face.
"..."
Frederick, however, kept staring at his mother with a blank, serious expression.
"Daddy's going to hold Mommy's hand. Let Kenneth push you."
Watching the gentle, affectionate Anthony, the surrounding crowd fell into absolute silence.

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