My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn!-Chapter 179: What’s the Matter?

They all knew Ivy’s nature very well, whether it was when she was young or now, anything good or anything she set her eyes on, she would spare no effort to snatch it back.

This time Melody fought back, not knowing what she would do.

"I know, don’t worry," Melody texted back, putting down her phone.

She just wanted to push Ivy to the edge, let her taste the pain she once experienced.

Things are almost there now, just missing a final push.

"Timmy, do you want to eat this?" Melody peeled a shrimp and handed it over, "Ah, open your mouth."

Timmy opened his mouth and ate it, then peeled one himself and said in English, "Heart and shrimp, Melody, also eat shrimp."

"Thank you, baby," Melody replied.

"You speak English too?" Timmy looked at her curiously, "When did you learn it?"

Melody: "Like you, I learned it since I was little."

The Thorne Family was also one of the three major companies in Stellaria back then, so she was trained from a young age, speaking both English and French. Later, to match Jared Quinn, she also learned piano, planning to become a lady...

"Mr. Quinn," the butler respectfully said.

Melody raised her eyes slightly and continued peeling shrimp, placing them one by one into Timmy’s plate.

"You’ll spoil him like that," Jared looked over at her and then sternly at Timmy, "Can’t you peel it yourself?"

Timmy shrank back, sitting on Melody’s lap, feeling a bit scared.

Melody wrapped her hands around Timmy, peeling the shrimp, "He’s young, it’s normal for adults to peel for him. Otherwise, how would he experience the warmth of home from a young age? What’s the point if Timmy has to face a cold home and a strict, cold dad?"

Jared: "Are you calling me cold?"

Melody moved her chair slightly away, "Honestly, I just felt a cold breeze blow by."

Jared: "..."

"It’s really cold, Melody, can you hold me tighter?" Timmy continued to snuggle into Melody’s embrace.

Melody lifted him a bit and handed the shrimp peeling to the butler, holding Timmy tighter, "Is it still cold?"

"Not cold anymore," Timmy smugly kicked his little leg a few times, grabbed a piece of meat, and fed it to Melody.

After feeding, he tilted his head proudly, pointing to his little face.

Melody’s eyes were soft and gentle as she bent down and kissed Timmy’s little face.

"Here too," Timmy pointed to his forehead.

Melody kissed it again.

"Here too," this time Timmy pointed to his mouth; he had seen Melody kiss his dad’s mouth last time, so he wanted one too.

As her own child, Melody didn’t think much of it and was about to kiss when a cold, almost lifeless big hand blocked the way, eyes filled with warm anger, "No kissing."

"Why?" Timmy was unhappy.

Jared looked down at the little brat in Melody’s arms who was competing with him for affection, pretending to take him out, "Want me to kiss you?"

Timmy: "... Never mind, forget it."

"Still cold?"

Timmy swiftly got down, "Not cold, I think it’s quite warm now..."

Melody: "..."

Jared cast a cold glance at Melody, looking at the table in front of her, "Eat!"

Melody ignored him; just then, a call came in, a call from the Thorne Family.

"What’s the matter?" The softness on her face disappeared completely.