"Beatrice, don't be naughty, quickly tell us!" Henry Hargrave disapprovingly frowned. Beatrice Hargrave raised an eyebrow. Since the owner of the villa had returned, she didn't want to hog someone's living room anymore, and said with a pout, "Uncle Nicholas said I was at the age like his niece, so he took me to the hospital."
Seeing the three visibly breathe a sigh of relief, Beatrice Hargrave slipped on her slippers, "If there's nothing else, I'll go back to my room to rest."
"Go, from tomorrow you'll start training with professional teachers," Henry Hargrave instructed blandly, "Get up early, don't be late."
After Beatrice Hargrave stepped on the staircase, Hannah Hargrave also sat down on the sofa, looking ahead in a daze and said, "Dad, what do you think Nicholas really thinks?"
