Lily Smith, sitting on the sofa, also scrunched her brow in disgust and looked toward the skinny woman at the door.
She looked downright loathsome!
The first time she had seen Mrs. Johnson, she began to dislike her.
"I am Mummy's child," Lily said firmly to Mrs. Johnson. "I don't know who this Samuel you're talking about is, but I hope that at your age, you could show some respect and not arbitrarily assign someone as my dad."
The little one was only four years old, but she was remarkably articulate, leaving Mrs. Johnson red-faced with embarrassment.
Samuel laughed from the other side of the room. His daughter was quite something, with a sharp tongue—a chip off the old block, much like himself at that age.
He stroked his chin with some pride.
He had not expected Amanda to actually have a daughter, who looked obedient and incredibly cute.
