But...
This isn't bad either.
Just consider it practice.
"If it's a daughter, I'll feed her."
The CEO said as he continued to scoop another spoonful of porridge to her mouth.
Daughter?
"Why? Don't you like sons, Uncle?"
Nia Mitchell felt strange about it, her eyes wide open, incredulous.
Who is the CEO?
People in high positions often want sons, because they have vast wealth to pass down.
"I don't dislike them."
Maxwell Peary said, as the education for sons and daughters is different.
A daughter like Nia Mitchell, how could Maxwell be hard-hearted?
If it were a son like him, then he'd be a weed no one wants, needing to be toughened up so he could protect his little Rabina in the future.
Indeed!
Nia Mitchell didn't understand Maxwell Peary's thoughts, sitting there, moving on to the next topic.
"Uncle, do you think we should have a daughter or a son?"
Maxwell's actions paused, his temples throbbing painfully.
