Until the back of the man disappeared outside the door, Sophia Mitchell was still in a daze, or Samuel Wright said first: "Sophie?"
"I'm fine, I just think it's easy to get a divorce." Sophia Mitchell smiled. "I just talked to a friend, and she said the child is not hers."
"That's a bit difficult, let's go outside and ask." Samuel Wright glanced at the little pudding in her arms, "The little guy is very cute, but it's not good to raise a child for a stranger."
Sophia Mitchell nodded.
When going out, Sophia Mitchell saw the coat on the sofa and remembered to give it to Samuel Wright.
"Samuel, your coat, thank you for lending me your coat from the rain last time, Grace has dry-cleaned it, take a look, if it's broken, I'll buy another one for you."
"The suit jacket is just raining, it's not that crisp." Samuel Wright took the jacket over, accidentally touched Sophia Mitchell's fingers, but retracted his hand naturally.