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"What did Thornton do?"
"His son gets impatient when he wakes up at night wanting milk. While I was warming up the breast milk, he started crying loudly, which might have disturbed Thornton. He's been nagging me non-stop these past few days."
"What did he say?"
Simon Forrester immediately mimicked Quentin Thorne's sarcastic tone: "Is there a throne to inherit at home? No one to help, and you still dare to plan for a third child? With Annie gone, who is going to help you with the kids? If you ask me, having even one child in such a family is a luxury!"
When he got to the last sentence, he suddenly widened his eyes, and his tone rose an octave.
Sienna Thornton laughed heartily at his imitation: "You really channeled Thornton! Look at you, you almost killed me with laughter!"
Simon Forrester, driving, glanced at her wordlessly: "So, do you think Thornton is overbearing? Meddling in everything from heaven and earth to having kids?"
