Chapter 89 When Did I Say I’m Getting Married?
- “You’re just a kid; why are you butting in? Hurry up and finish your food.” Edward glared at Molly as he helped Amelia back into her seat.
- “Hmph. Uncle Edward, I can’t believe what kind of person you are. In the future, I’m never talking to you again.” Molly pouted unhappily.
- “What did I do?” he asked.