Chapter 1711 Roses

• Shaw? Is this Richard's child? Cassandra was in deep thought.
• Shiela trailed behind her father, her breath light and playful. In a delicate voice, she said, “I've only recently finished my postpartum period. How could you expect me to keep up with such a brisk pace?”
• It was as if she had only just spotted Cassandra. She then tapped her petite leg, which was not at all sore. “Cassandra, next week is my son's one-month birthday party. You must remember to come! You are, after all, the child's aunt. The baby will be heartbroken if you don't come.”