Chloe Simpson suddenly lifted her head and stared fixedly at the gray-haired old man sitting on the sofa.
Yes, his expression did indeed appear rather stern, not someone easy to interact with.
After all, he was the patriarch of the Johnson Family, the richest household in Kyohai. It was natural for him to carry such lofty airs.
But she had never, not even in her wildest dreams, imagined that Soren Johnson's first words would be "Keep the child, discard the mother."
She could hardly believe her ears. Her gaze locked onto Soren Johnson with an almost desperate intensity, trying to find even the slightest trace of hesitation or room for negotiation in his face or demeanor.
But Soren remained seated upright on the sofa, his expression calm, without even the slightest ripple from beginning to end.
It was as if those four words—"Keep the child, discard the mother"—were so simple to him, utterly mundane, as casual as having an ordinary home-cooked meal.
