He trembled as he looked toward the bedroom door; a tall and upright figure was standing there, having clearly heard Timmy's words just now, with burning anger coursing through his entire body, nowhere to vent it.
"No...it's not like that," the butler immediately came out to smooth things over, "The madam's new movie is starting to shoot, so she will stay abroad for a few days and then come back. In fact, the young madam loves the young master very much, and also loves you, little master."
"Really?" Timmy raised an indifferent eyebrow.
But why did he feel like both he and his dad had been abandoned?
"Dad," Timmy got out of bed, looking up at the man towering over him, their faces equally cold, "You don't want her to leave either, do you?"
"Who told you that?" Jared Quinn let out a cold snort.
"Can you call her? Ask when she's coming back, I miss her," Timmy rarely acted spoiled, especially not around Jared Quinn.
