"Mom."
Flynn Reid, who was sitting in the back with Flossie Wright, cautiously leaned closer to her.
His eyes, like black obsidian, were filled with concern.
"Hmm?"
Turning her head, Flossie gave him a glance.
"You don't need to worry, they're quite nice people." Flynn's eyes sparkled brightly, but his words carried a hint of reassurance.
"Okay." Flossie responded softly.
Knowing Flynn Reid wanted to comfort her, Flossie thought for a moment and added, "I'm fine."
Flynn watched her for a while, seeing her genuinely composed, then returned his gaze with skepticism.
Flossie usually had met different kinds of people. It was just her first time dealing with relatives she needed to impress. She couldn't be forceful or careless; this mission was indeed challenging for her, but there was no need to worry.
Of course, she couldn't maintain a good mood.
Glenn Hutchinson drove leisurely, not worried about her at all.
