"Baby Hope, it's time to take our medicine." Amelia Garcia acted as if she hadn't heard and leaned in close, gently coaxing.
Strangely enough, the little girl who usually resisted medicine surprisingly complied this time, even though she dodged a few times when taking the herbal medicine, the process went smoothly overall.
Christopher Hart noticed her proficiency in caring for the child, as if she truly were an experienced mother, which caused a slight frown to form on his forehead and suspicions to rise again in his heart.
"Have you rehearsed this scene numerous times in your mind?" Taking the bowl and spoon from her, the man probed once more.
Amelia, already adept at responding, tenderly wiped Hope's mouth with a tissue as she spoke indifferently, "Haven't you heard that women are born with maternal instincts? Besides, it's your daughter being sweet, not me being skilled."
The man snorted and was about to say something when his phone rang.