"Mr. Moore, are you saying us? Are you, daddy? Is mommy, wife?" Hannah Mercer blinked her star-like eyes and asked curiously.
"Yes," Christopher Moore looked firmly at Ruby Mercer, as if answering Hannah but also as if answering Ruby.
With a "swish," Ruby Mercer's face turned beet red, but the next second she calmed herself down. She hadn't expected this man would use her as a shield, truly hateful; men are all the same, not a good one among them.
Hannah ran up to Christopher Moore and climbed into his arms, smothering his face with kisses. Christopher, a known germaphobe, surprisingly didn't mind at all at this moment, feeling a bit elated inside.
Lady Moore awkwardly pulled out a smile, "So, that's how it is, Mr. Moore's child is already this big, hehe, hehe..."
Richard Moore, as if anticipating his wife not being able to contend with their scheming son, spoke to her earnestly,
