Pregnant and Favored: See You in the Morning, Young Master novel Chapter 1279

Adding that to how happy the boy looked, Sophia couldn’t help but clench her fists. What the hell was so good about that woman? How had she enticed this child so much?!

After keeping her emotions in check, Sophia replied, “…Now, now, Maison, she’s probably busy, so it wouldn’t be right for you to meet up with her under such short notice. What’s more, your father’s currently the talk of the town, so if you’re seen together with Xavia, the media will surely have a field day…”

“…Why would me meeting up with Aunt be a bad thing?” asked Maison with a frown.

“…Have you forgotten that Xavia is your mother’s sister? The divorce is still pretty recent, so if he gets too close to her, Zivon will surely be shunned. You’re still young so you may not understand all this… But I’m sure you’re a good boy who wants to look out for your Daddy and Xavia, right…?”

Nodding in response, Maison replied, “…Well… I guess so.”

“Good boy. Speaking of which, I heard that you like models… There’s an exhibition today that I’m kind of interested in too. With that said, do you wish to accompany me to have a look?” suggested Sophia as she patted the boy’s head.

Though Maison was intelligent for his age, the fact remained that his proprieties were childlike, so he quickly replied, “Yeah! I’d love to, Aunt!”

“Then let’s go,” said Sophia with a kind smile… A smile that was secretly brimming with sinister intentions…

Sophia, for one, had learned that the major reason for Zivon’s divorce had been because of Maison. Basically, she had cared little for the boy, and she felt that it caused Zivon to further distance himself from her. With that in mind, Sophia now felt that as long as she maintained a good relationship with the boy, then her plan would surely be able to play out smoothly…

“…To think that a bumpkin would be so eloquent,” she scoffed.

Raising a slight brow, Zivon replied, “So what if she’s from the countryside? Hmm? She’s my mother, and I hope you watch your tongue.”

“…Are you seriously telling an elder to be polite? Have you forgotten who it was who raised you just because you’ve found your biological mother? Have my twenty years of hard work been for naught? Just look at your son, Hershel… To think that he’s being so rebellious…” muttered Mrs. Burton in a sad tone as she grabbed Hershel’s sleeve.

Hershel, for one, hadn’t called the boy back for such petty quarreling, so he simply glared at the boy while saying, “That’s enough of this nonsense. Withdraw your decision to leave the Burton Group and deal with all the negatives that came with it! If you do so, everyone within the Burton family, myself included, will surely forgive you. If you don’t…”