A sleepless night until dawn.

Early in the morning when coming downstairs from the second floor, Geoffrey ran into Mrs. Geoffrey in the dining room.

The servants were preparing breakfast, while Mrs. Geoffrey was personally feeding her obedient grandson, Andrew.

Seeing Christine Quinn, Mrs. Geoffrey warmly called out, "Christine, why are you up so early?"

"Auntie." Andrew also sweetly called out to Christine.

Christine picked up a glass of freshly squeezed juice and came to Mrs. Geoffrey and Andrew’s side, "I went to bed early last night, so I woke up early." She began teasing her little nephew, "Andrew Geoffrey, you can’t let grandma feed you anymore, you’re almost three now, you need to learn to eat by yourself, okay?"

Mrs. Geoffrey, feeling sorry for her grandson, quickly said, "No rush, no rush, he’s still young, it’s not the age for him to eat by himself yet... Oversky and Howard also used to be fed by me!"

Christine laughed, "Mom, you just spoil kids too much, they need to learn to be independent from a young age!"

"Kids should be spoiled, what if Andrew doesn’t want grandma when he grows up?"

With a mouth full of food, Andrew mumbled unclearly, "Andrew won’t abandon grandma..."

Mrs. Geoffrey lovingly rubbed Andrew’s little head, "Good boy."

Seeing the satisfied and happy look of Mrs. Geoffrey and Andrew, Christine smiled faintly.

Noticing Christine’s pensive look, Mrs. Geoffrey couldn’t help but ask, "When are you and Oversky going to give me another grandchild?"

"Ah?" Christine didn’t react for a moment, then looked embarrassed, "We... we don’t have such plans at the moment."

Mrs. Geoffrey was taken aback by Christine’s answer, turning to ask Christine, "You don’t plan to have another one?"

Christine felt cold sweat forming on her forehead and couldn’t help taking a sip of juice before answering, "My health isn’t good, the doctor said I’m not very suitable for having more children."

Hearing this, Mrs. Geoffrey blamed herself, "Oh dear, my mouth always brings up the wrong topics... But it’s okay, our family doesn’t have any preferences for boys or girls, anyway, you and Oversky already have Marie, it’s better to spend more time enjoying each other’s company if you don’t want more children."

Christine smiled slightly.

To prevent Christine from thinking too much about the previous topic, Mrs. Geoffrey quickly changed the subject, "By the way, Christine, Oversky left New York about four or five days ago, right?"

"Yes."

"When he left, he just told me it was for business. Why hasn’t he come back to pick you up yet even after being gone so long?"

Christine took Mrs. Geoffrey’s arm, "Mom, are you reluctant to have me stay here?"

Mrs. Geoffrey anxiously said, "Of course not, I’m more than happy that you and Oversky came to New York, I wish you could stay here forever..."

Christine mischievously smiled, "I know, I was just kidding... Oversky will come to find me once he’s done with work."

Mrs. Geoffrey nodded, "As long as you and Oversky are happy, I’m happy too. In a few days, I’ll give Oversky a call to see when he’s coming to New York."

Christine cooperatively nodded, "Yes."

In the afternoon, Rebecca Quentin accompanied Howard Geoffrey to a charity event, while Mrs. Geoffrey took the little princess to the hospital for vaccination, leaving Andrew in Christine’s care,

At that moment, Christine held Andrew on her lap, reading a fairy tale story to him in a childish voice.

"Once upon a time, there was a little duckling that was very ugly when it was born, the other ducklings didn’t like to play with it..."

Andrew leaned against Christine, listening intently.

Then, ding dong, ding dong――

The sound of a doorbell rang out.

A servant answered the door while Christine and Andrew did not pay attention, suddenly, a servant came to Christine’s side, respectfully addressing her, "Madam, there’s a flower delivery worker outside asking you to sign for the flowers."

Christine stopped storytelling, looked at the doorway, and saw a servant holding a bouquet of red roses. She frowned slightly, "Want me to sign?"

The servant nodded, "Yes, the delivery person said the flowers are specifically for you."

"Sweetheart, wait a moment, Auntie will tell you the story later." After placing Andrew on the sofa, Christine got up and went to the door.

The delivery person didn’t say much, only asked, "Are you Miss Christine Quinn?"

Christine nodded blankly.

The delivery person immediately handed over a bouquet of vibrant roses to Christine and took out a notebook, "Please sign at the bottom right corner of the notebook."

Christine reluctantly cradled the bouquet, and under the delivery person’s urging, she signed her name.