As I looked up, I saw the finger marks on her face. His expression froze, and he said seriously, "What’s wrong with your face again?" "It’s nothing. Someone slapped me." "Damn, who had the guts to slap you?" Windsor Myres threw everything in her hands onto the table and turned to Mia Ginger’s side. "My mom." Mia Ginger took her backpack, along with a plastic bag, and placed them on the table. "Your mom?" Windsor Myres was stunned, looking at her for a while, hesitated and said, "Is it because of your white lotus sister? What’s the matter? Did she want you to drop the lawsuit?" "Yeah," Mia Ginger said casually. "Did you agree?" Follow current novᴇls on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱 "If I agreed, would I have suddenly gotten slapped?" Mia Ginger gave her a glance and said slowly, "I didn’t agree. We argued a bit and suddenly I got slapped, mainly because I wasn’t prepared for it." "What kind of mom is that?" Windsor Myres was practically fuming. "Let’s not talk about her." Mia Ginger smiled, reached into her backpack, pulled out a knitted scarf, and asked, "What do you think of this scarf I made?" "Wow!" Windsor Myres snatched it immediately, surprised, "It’s finished so quickly?!" "Yes, this is the second one." "Second one? What about the first one? You didn’t throw it away, did you? Didn’t like how it looked?!" "Not exactly." Mia Ginger curled her lips, "My brother took it. He insisted on having it, so I gave him the first one." "Oh." Windsor Myres responded, "I think light smoky gray looks pretty good too." Mia Ginger pulled the scarf back into her hands, spread it out, and asked, "Do you think this one, hmm, is up to sellable standards?" "Ah." Windsor Myres paused, then smiled, "It’ll pass." "Passable?" Mia Ginger muttered to herself, "Passable means it’s just a little lacking." "Pfft, you’re fussier than Camden River. A little lacking is no big deal. You made it yourself, so why fear rejection from Koa Jackson." Mia Ginger laughed, "I’m not afraid of him rejecting it, I just want to give him the best." Windsor Myres paused, then pouted, "You’re making me cringe." Mia Ginger glanced at her and said nothing, taking out a remaining roll of yarn from her bag and starting to knit again. It was her first time doing something , keeping her head down, focused, looking very patient, with a soft glow on her fair and delicate face. Windsor Myres watched her intently, feeling her heart calm down. Not returning to her seat, she leaned against the bed, sighing, "You sure are wife material." "I hope so." Mia Ginger didn’t lift her head, and replied with two words. Windsor Myres felt bored, suddenly remembered something, and raised her voice, "By the way, guess who I saw today?" "Dallas Taylor." Mia Ginger said tentatively. "Pfft, how did you guess?" Windsor Myres was totally defeated by her. "I saw him at the school gate, so I figured you might have seen him too; otherwise, why so mysterious." "Oh." Windsor Myres nodded, then shook her head, "I didn’t see him at the school gate, I saw him on the street. You know, turns out he’s the eldest son of the Williams Family, wow, never would’ve guessed." "Williams Family?" Mia Ginger frowned slightly. Dallas Taylor, Dallas Taylor, it’s clear his surname is Taylor, so how could he be from the Williams Family? Windsor Myres understood her confusion and explained seriously, "Back then, the chairman of Cloud Sky Group, Jett Williams, you know him, right? He got divorced because he had a mistress. Dallas Taylor is the son of his ex-wife. Well, not exactly, he never officially married the mistress. Anyway, Dallas Taylor is his son, seems like he’s not in the army anymore, came back to take over the Williams Family business, dressed smartly with an entourage, he looks quite handsome."