"Yes, Uncle Geoffrey said..."
At that moment, Christine Quinn interrupted Marilyn, "Marie, you're all grown up, how come you still want to be carried around all day? Come down, don't forget your hands are dirty, go wash them first."
Marilyn hugged her father's neck, "Daddy doesn't think I'm dirty."
Skyler Jones tugged at the corner of his mouth with a smile, "Daddy doesn't mind, but your mommy is angry, and the consequences are serious."
"Uh..." Marilyn sneaked a peek at her mother's stern face, slowly slid down from her father's arms, and obediently said, "Daddy, Mommy, I'm going to wash my hands."
Marilyn then left the garden with the maid.
Christine Quinn didn't look at Skyler Jones, she placed her hands in front of her body, her fingers nervously twisting as if to dispel the awkwardness, and she was the first to speak, "Uh, Marie said she missed you very much and kept asking me to bring her back, so I..."
