A blond lady wearing a Dior haute couture dress walked up to Edward, holding on to the arm of a middle-aged man.

"Edward."

The lady raised her chin slightly.

Looking past the shadow of the fedora hat, he looked around Edward.

She looked arrogant and dignified, slowly stretched out a hand with a black gauze mesh glove, and said slowly:

"Maybe we're a little late."

"It would be an honor to wait for you, the noble Lady Clare."

Edward bent down and kissed the lady's hand, and then his smiling eyes fell on the middle-aged man.

"Long time no see, Mr. Claire."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly.

Not only did he have no intention of replying.

He didn't even look at Edward.

Mrs. Clare, on the other hand, narrowed her eyes and her tone was careless and lengthy.

"I have been looking forward to this meeting for a long time. I hope you will not disappoint me, Edward."

"certainly."

Edward turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation towards them.

"I and all the children here welcome the arrival of these two distinguished guests."

Mrs. Claire lifted up her skirt and walked into the orphanage with an unbearable expression.

Mr. Claire, who looked indifferent, first took out the white gloves from his pocket, put them on carefully, then covered his nose and followed behind her,

"Oh! Look at these little guys, they are so pitiful and cute."

As soon as Mrs. Clare entered the door, she saw the children standing in the hall.

His eyes suddenly lit up.

She covered her mouth and waved to the children with a loving expression.

"Come here quickly, I've brought you a lot of gifts."

There are children who want to come forward.

But after seeing Mr. Clare's serious expression, he shrank and stopped.

"I've told you a long time ago that you should be kinder to these children and stop making them hate you."

Mrs. Clare turned back and glared at her husband reproachfully.

Since the child does not take the initiative.

She could only step on her expensive red-soled shoes and take two steps forward.

Mrs. Clare bent down and looked at each of the children with the same look as if she were choosing a new bag in the window.

When he noticed Ying Qian and Olivia in the corner.

She laughed immediately.

"A cute little fat guy and a beautiful oriental doll."

Mrs. Clare was full of praise.

Waving to Yingqian and Olivia, she took out several exquisitely decorated small gift boxes from her handbag.

"Come on, these are for you."

Olivia has never received so much attention.

Hearing Mrs. Claire's compliment, she was even more nervous and sweating.

He didn't know what to do.

He could only turn to Yingqian for help.

Yingqian noticed that when the Claires arrived, even though Edward had a smile on his lips, his whole body was obviously tense.

I don't know what I'm thinking about.

Coupled with the couple's expensive clothes and arrogant attitude.

She pondered.

These eight achievements are something you can't afford to offend.

I can't refuse, my lord.

Yingqian tugged on the hem of Olivia's clothes and took the initiative to lead him forward.

Mrs. Claire's expression suddenly became much kinder.

She pinched Olivia's little face and patted Yingqian on the head. She said with a look of joy:

"Perhaps our family needs a chubby and cute child, or a porcelain-like baby. They are all too cute. I like the appearance of Oriental people."

Adopt a child and bring him into your own family.

For Mrs. Clare.

It doesn't seem to be much different from buying a small pet.

"Whatever you want."

Mr. Clare still looked indifferent.

He only glanced at Yingqian and Olivia casually, but didn't pay attention to the children.

Instead, he took out a cigar and lit it.

While puffing away the smoke, Mr. Clare said expressionlessly:

"Edward, your children here are getting better and better."

"yes."

Edward smiled and nodded, showing a hint of imperceptible pride in his respectful attitude.

"They are all very good children, and I have always hoped that they can go to their own families instead of suffering here."

"suffer?"

Mr. Clare raised the corners of his lips, and the white mist spitting out from his mouth covered his face.

"There are a bit too many Easterners, although they all look pretty good."

Seeing that there was already a child, his face wrinkled because he couldn't stand the smell of cigars.

Edward quietly took a step forward and blocked most of the smoke with his body.

He was still chatting with Mr. Claire calmly:

"They are just a bunch of poor kids. I was lucky enough to meet them."

While they were talking.

Mrs. Claire was squeezing Olivia's soft face and couldn't put it down.

Even though he was already very uncomfortable.

She had no intention of stopping.

Instead, he asked enthusiastically:

"May I have your name?"

Olivia raised her head, trying to avoid Mrs. Claire's hand.

But politeness still made him subconsciously answer:

"Madam, my name is Olivia."

"Olivia? What a lovely name. It suits you perfectly."

Mrs. Clare saw him hiding and hiding.

It was almost like a mouse afraid of being discovered by a cat, and it was even more interesting.

Her nails, inlaid with diamonds and pearls, had left red marks on Olivia's face.

The pain brought tears to his eyes.

"It's so much cuter when you cry."

Mrs. Clare smiled sweetly.

Staring at the tears in Olivia's eyes, she murmured:

"Children are really suitable for crying and laughing at the same time. This little look is really cute."
To be continued...