Gwendolyn Young nodded, "Your big brother is right, and you know him—once he gets an inspiration, day or night makes no difference to him."
"Mum~"
Jillian Carter called out, wanting to say something more, but Gwendolyn Young waved her hand dismissively, "Stop fussing. You're grown up now; your brother has his own life too. Look, your brother has arrived; didn't you say you hired a nanny with extraordinary culinary skills and invited us over to try the food? Then call Auntie and ask her to serve the meal."
Gwendolyn Young stood up, glanced at James Carter, considering the weather in Capital Province was colder than in the south, and as a mother, she couldn't help worrying about her son's legs.
But seeing that James Carter seemed all right, and thinking Jillian was by his side, Gwendolyn eventually held back and didn't ask in front of Jillian.
She feared that her daughter, being sensitive, would feel bad once she asked.
