"Heh!" Seraphina Ashworth let out a hoarse laugh. "Mrs. Reginald, when did you get here?"
Rosalind Reginald skipped the question, her attention immediately drawn to how Seraphina Ashworth had addressed her. "Oh, dear, why are you still calling me Mrs. Reginald? I've told you, just call me Mom. Come on, let me hear you say it."
"Hm?" Seraphina Ashworth's eyebrow twitched. 'What in the world is going on?'
"Does this mean you don't want to marry Caden, Seraphina? Is that why you won't call me Mom?" Seeing Seraphina Ashworth's calm and silent expression, an idea sparked in Rosalind Reginald's mind. She put on a pitiful act, stealing glances at her son as she spoke.
Seraphina Ashworth smiled helplessly and indulged her. "Mom."
The moment the word was out, Rosalind Reginald beamed, so overjoyed she was practically floating.
Caden Reginald's dark eyes deepened, his lips curving into a fond smile as he wrapped an arm around Seraphina Ashworth and led her to the sofa to sit down.
