TimeNovelChapter 816
The voice was so young and unexpected that Marguerite was momentarily taken aback. She turned her head
and saw a chubby little figure sitting on the stool next to her, barely tall enough to peek over the table.
The child wore a pink kindergarten uniform dress, with two pigtails dangling beside her cherubic cheeks, her
plump little face so adorable that it was hard not to smile, and even harder to resist the urge to pinch her
cheeks.
Wasn't this Silas's daughter, Margot?
What on earth was this little girl doing here? And where on earth was her dad?
Marguerite's mind buzzed with questions, but before she could voice any, Margot picked up the glass of
lemonade by Marguerite's hand and took a couple of big gulps. Then, looking directly at the man across the
table, she said:
"Uncle, you're thirty but look older than forty. You want to marry a young woman fresh out of college, but she
might not want to marry you!"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMost adults would dismiss a child's words, but this man, whose nwas Charlie, took the bait and responded
earnestly to little Margot.
"Why wouldn't they want to? Meeting someone likeright out of school, | can teach them about life, help them
avoid pitfalls. And, lettell you, I'm a self- made man, not like those trust fund babies!"
"Self-made? Or did you make it with the help of a woman?" Margot's innocent face was as guileless as ever.
Charlie's expression fell. "Kid, do you even know what you're saying?"
"I'm not wrong! You just said you want to buy a house with her and take care of your parents, but with house
prices in Cresthaven so high, you don't seem like someone who can afford it. In the end, wouldn't she have to
pay? And you don't even want to put her non the deed. What kind of 'self-made’ is that?"
"Hey, don't make it sound like I'm after her money!"
"If not her money, then whose? | think you're just looking for a rich woman to take care of you. But, Uncle, you
can't even fool a three-year-old like me, so how do you plan to fool her?"
In the sweetest, most innocent voice, Margot laid bare the truth, leaving Charlie's face as dark as a burnt toast.
He slammed his hand on the table in frustration.
"Whose kid are you? So rude! Where are your parents?!"
His expression was fierce, and Marguerite feared he might scare Margot, worried the little girl might be
frightened. After all, Hayes once mentioned that Margot was a bit peculiar.
Surprisingly, Margot was fearless, her eyes widening in defiance, giving Charlie a fierce stare that was anything
but timid. Her logic was sharp, her speech fluent, and her comebacks relentless.
Even Marguerite was stunned.
Then, Margot, with her sweet, childish voice, delivered another blow to Charlie:
"Uncle, only adults who are weak and incompetent get angry at kids. Do you get yelled at by your boss a lot?
Your life must be pretty tough, huh?"
"Mind your own business about who | get angry at! Now, tell me, whose kid are you? Bring your parents here!"
Margot blinked, then suddenly pointed at Marguerite and declared, "I'm her kid!"
Both Charlie and Marguerite were taken aback, and before they could react, Margot added with unexpected
gusto:
"She's my mommy!"
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