[What do you mean, though, uncle Godfather?] Ainsley tilted her head. Indeed, her people were powerful despite the family being a poor one on the brink of collapsing.
What if the other higher-ups blamed them if anything happened to the young miss? Even if she's a puppet, she's still a valuable trophy. For the baby to suddenly sleep so mindlessly that she looked like in a deep coma…
Ainsley sighed after touring the mansion for an hour. The people there acted polite and such, but she could still feel the tension coming from their body.
The moment the butler went back to the carriage at the very back, instead of reporting to his master, he suddenly took a cup of hot tea on the mini table inside the lavish carriage, and…
Whenever the baby said: "Hewlo, unclhe, auntwie, twank ywou fol youl hald wolk! (Hello, uncle, Auntie, thank you for your hard work!)" Everyone would melt under such praise and appreciation.
“I can’t help it! I didn’t change because I wanted to. Do you think I wanted to become servile? I want to be upright too. I want to act according to my ideals too. But you know better than anyone that business doesn’t always go the way you expect.”
The four school districts silently surrounded a round-shaped city blocked with tall city walls yet people could still see the tall retro-vibe buildings in the city.
The younger generations that took over the Sloan Family couldn't even get the sacred guardians' recognition, leading their family to decline day by day due to other forces.
Thus, discarding her thoughts, Ainsley went to the dining hall without taking Code-C with her. Code-C had no intention to move from the cardboard, so she could only tell Elliana to give him cat food.
Of course, Grandpa Yofan wasn't among the six elders. The old man chose to stand beside the family head's throne while watching Elliana's wretched back.
The stress accumulated over a few weeks after the baby transmigrated became the reason why Ainsley didn't stop crying. The baby just needed time to vent, and now is the right time.