Chapter 1468 - 1509: Looks Pretty Good

"Sorry, I’m sorry, my daughter... she’s a little mentally ill, a bit slow, and she offended the young master. Please, young master, forgive her," Amelia Foster quickly said.

Jeremiah May was taken aback. This little one... is a fool?!

Can someone with such eyes truly be a fool? And is it because she’s a fool that she completely doesn’t fear his coldness?

Amelia Foster was about to take the little one and leave when Theodora May squinted her eyes and called out, "Wait a moment."

Amelia Foster immediately froze, only to see Mr. May already standing before her, his eyes fixed on the little one in her arms, as if studying something.

Could it be that Mr. May is angry? As she recalled the fate of those who angered Mr. May, mentioned by the elder sister, Amelia Foster’s heart turned cold, and she quickly said, "Sir, she... she’s just a child, and mentally slow. Please don’t mind her..."

"Is this child yours?" Mr. May asked in such a manner.

"Yes... yes," Amelia Foster stammered, puzzled as she’d already said this was her daughter. Why would he ask again?

Mr. May’s fingers gently caressed the little one’s head, seeming like a simple gesture of an elder towards a junior, merely a touch of affection. But Amelia Foster was filled with dread, fearing her adoptive daughter might do something inappropriate.

After adopting the little one and grooming her well, people in the village had commented favorably on her appearance, reaching out to touch her cheek, only to be bitten by her, leaving a noticeable mark.

Fortunately, at this moment, the little one didn’t bite but just stared blankly at Mr. May, not disliking him, but without any real response.

Mr. May, however, just kept looking at the little one’s face, appearing somewhat dazed.

"Sir..." After quite a while, Amelia Foster finally couldn’t hold back and spoke.

Mr. May suddenly smiled and asked, "What’s your daughter’s name?"

"Ah? Name... Nanny, Xie Nanny." Nanny was what she was usually called, not her real name. Amelia Foster couldn’t think of anything else at the moment, so she said that. The surname Xie was her husband’s surname; although her husband had passed away, she had no desire to remarry. Now, she just hoped to properly raise the two children.

"Xie Nanny, is it?" Mr. May softly repeated the name, "Your daughter looks nice, even if she’s slow, you should take good care of her."

"Yes... yes," Amelia Foster replied quickly, then hurriedly took her adoptive daughter away. Only when they were far from the hall did she breathe a long sigh of relief, looking down at the adoptive daughter sucking her thumb, "Nanny, how did you wander off by yourself? You can’t do that next time, understand? Luckily you didn’t upset the sir or the young master today, or else mom would have to leave here with your brother again."

The little one just giggled at her, then opened her mouth, saying, "Nanny... be good... be good..."

Amelia Foster sighed inwardly, raised her hand to gently touch the little one’s once-injured head, thinking if this child hadn’t been injured, hadn’t been slow, how much more lovable she might be.

With such looks, she would likely captivate countless people when she grows up.