In the living room, Fiona Vaughn and Tyson Law sat to the right of the main table. She smiled softly, exuding warmth and modesty.
"Dad, you're teasing Fiona again, and what if it's a girl? Wouldn't you love her just the same..."
Gregory Vaughn inherently favored boys over girls; if Evan Vaughn weren't a sickly, heart-diseased child, he probably wouldn't have loved Fiona this much.
Fiona Vaughn was more aware of this than anyone else. Certainly, the child might not even be Tyson Law's, and whether it could be born was another matter altogether; she was merely putting on a show.
Gregory Vaughn didn't detect Fiona's little schemes. He cheerfully downed a glass and clinked it against Tyson Law's.
"Son-in-law, look, I just casually mentioned it, and Fiona dared to retort to me, her grandfather."
"Girls are good too, smart and beautiful ones always find people eager to love them."
Tyson Law also tenderly embraced Fiona Vaughn here, generously making a promise.
