Pregnant and Favored: See You in the Morning, Young Master novel Chapter 504

It was Zivon’s father, Herschel Burton.

The time she spent together in the Burton’s family old residence before, she did not have much of a bad impression of Hershel, and he was good to Zivon.

Luckily it was not Charles or Keith.

She lowered her voice. “Hi, I’m really sorry to disturb you at this hour. The thing is, my friend did not ask for my permission before letting my daughter follow Little Young Master Burton back. So when I heard about the news the moment I reached home, I got really worried, and I rushed over.”

She behaved obsequiously, restrained, and timid. She was presenting the state of a stranger coming into the majestic Burton family’s residence without error.

Hershel put aside his scowl and said calmly, “Don’t worry about it. Let’s go. I’ll bring you to Maison’s room.”

“Okay, thank you.”

Xavia was slightly relieved. She obediently followed behind Hershel to reduce her sense of presence.

Unexpectedly, right as they reached the corner of the hallway, Hershel, who was in front, asked, “Your daughter is two years old, and she’s in the same class as Maison?”

Uh!!

She almost forgot that Yulia’s identification card stated that she was only two years old, and she should be in the junior kindy class! However, she had enrolled her into the senior kindy class because of her actual age!

Xavia tried to calm herself down and look for an excuse. “Yeah, even though Yulia is just two, she’s actually really independent and obedient, and she can take care of herself well enough, so I thought the kids from junior class may be too young for her age, and I enrolled her into the senior class.”

“I see. I saw her today. She’s really well-behaved and knows her stuff well too. She gets along really well with Maison. They look just like a pair of twins.”

Twins!

Those words put Xavia on her toes.

“Really? Children at their age look about the same. One time, when I was at the hospital, I almost mistook someone else’s daughter as mine. Little Young Master Maison and Yulia might be the same too. They both look like the delicate kind, so probably it’s just an illusion.

“Anyway, is this Maison’s house? It’s really huge.”

She was trying to change the topic.

Suddenly, Hershel stopped walking. He turned around and looked at Xavia.

The glow from the hallway wall lamp hit right on his face, serious and cold. He asked, “How do you know Maison lives here? If I am not mistaken, Maison’s father has given the school another address, and you don’t know what this place is?”

Word after word, question after question, the air was filled with intimidation.

Xavia tightened her fists.