After the voice fell, the atmosphere in the hunter's hut immediately became very strange.

The host and hostess stood on both sides of a wooden dining table and didn't speak for a long time.

And after their red-haired daughter finished speaking, she ignored the two guys and wandered around on her own, with a puzzled expression.

It wasn't until the child opened the door and went to the vegetable garden outside the hut to look down and observe that Merron came back to his senses.

"Strange..."

He glanced at the silly red-haired young woman not far away, and then looked at the little girl outside the window who squatted down to observe a few round cabbage in the vegetable field, filled with confusion.

With this voice, with this tone, who else could it be but Mrs. Chelsea?

However, that booklet does not say...

Mellon was puzzled.

How does a so-called purest person give birth to a child?

Could it be that the purity here does not actually refer to men and women?

Or is it that Mrs.'s daughter is not biological?

It seemed like it might be, but Mellen always felt something was wrong.

Unfortunately, he didn't have more opportunities to observe, and the little girl who went out for a walk came back again.

She glanced at Melen first, then directly reached out and grabbed the corner of the red-haired young woman's clothes.

Immediately afterwards, the two disappeared in place under a twist of air.

Obviously, they confronted each other "offline".

At this time, Merron lost his interest in staying here, pinched his thigh, and suddenly woke up from the "dream".

In the dark room, Merron, who stood up from the bed, rubbed his eyes and turned his head to look out the window at the hazy moonlight, still thinking about what happened just now.

But after thinking about it, his thoughts gradually changed.

The third is Mrs. Chelsea, the second is Mrs. Chelsea's daughter, this...

"If I turn my wife into a girlfriend, does it seem like a good match?"

Thinking about it thoughtfully, Mellen felt that it would be better to have a dream now that this is a fantasy.

But then he thought again that as long as he sleeps now, he will appear in the world of storybooks, as if he can no longer dream, so he can't help but feel a little depressed.

On the other side, Mrs. Chelsea was actually in her daughter's room—

In fact, she hurried back when she heard that her daughter suddenly fainted, and then found out that the problem came from the book.

This made her look a little unsightly.

Because this kind of problem occurs, it is entirely because I did not check it beforehand.

Or rather, she didn't expect that book to be more complicated than she imagined!

"Fortunately nothing unforeseen happened..."

Thinking like this, she naturally thought that her daughter had stayed with her apprentice for a long time before.

So she looked at her daughter Alicia with a scrutiny in her eyes.

But before Madam could speak, the blond girl leaning against the bed suddenly raised her head and asked a question with a blank face.

"Who is that Mr. Barty? What's it got to do with you?"

Although he has secretly confirmed the identity of Clark Batty, he even understood the purpose of his mother to let her into that storybook tonight.

But Alyssa still wanted to hear a definitive answer from her mother.

"Barty..."

Mrs. Chelsea was very unfamiliar with this surname, but it did not prevent her from instantly understanding who was behind the name.

She relaxed because of this, and then asked with interest: "How did he tell you?"

"He only said his name was Clark Batty,"

The girl said in a dissatisfied tone: "Don't tell me anything else."

"So, who do you think he will be?" asked the lady again.

"…"

Mom didn't admit it directly, but the girl became more certain of her inner guess.

After all, if there is no problem with the relationship between the two, is there still a need to hide it?

But since she has already asked her to meet her future stepfather, now I ask these again... what's the use?

Can't you just admit it happily?

"Don't worry, I won't take care of your business."

Alyssa's tone became a little cold.

"It has nothing to do with me either."

She thought it was her mother's fault, and she didn't tell her any news beforehand. Now that she's gotten to this point, she's still timid and unwilling to admit it—would she still be embarrassed to say it?

So after saying this, Alyssa wrapped the bedside quilt around her head to tell her mother that she didn't want to talk anymore.

Mrs Chelsea frowned.

This daughter is good in everything, beautiful in appearance, kind-hearted, willing to study hard, and not stupid.

There are two points, the physique is too special, and the character is too stubborn.

For example, in this situation, she has actually seen it too many times.

In other words, whenever a girl is angry, she refuses to communicate with her, and she doesn't reveal what she is thinking at all, which makes her feel very headache.

"Alyssa... when will you be a little more mature?"

The lady sighed secretly, but she also knew that her daughter's appearance was completely because she was too strict and was reluctant to let it go to experience.

Although she did this for a reason, she was still a little disappointed.

She even thought of Mellen's parents inexplicably.

Her daughter and Melun are the same age, but as far as she knows, her little apprentice has never been taken care of by her parents since she was a child.

Being able to grow into what he is now completely depends on his personal talent.

Able to write, strategist, quick-witted, and very cheerful...

The luck of the parents to be able to breed such an outstanding young man is really enviable.

At this time, Mrs. Chelsea did not have any excessive guesses about her daughter's previous words.

Because just looking at the literal meaning, Eliza's attitude is actually very clear, that is, she is not interested in who Meren is, and she is too lazy to pay attention to the specific relationship between her and Meren.

Mrs Chelsea was actually quite happy with it.

"Although the image is obscured, Alicia's temperament is easy to distinguish. Judging from the fact that the two have secretly communicated, it is impossible for Melon to not recognize Alicia."

She thought to herself, "But Mellon didn't reveal his true identity, which proves that he actually understands my attitude..."

Mellon likes her daughter Alicia, and she has already decided this matter before.

After all, that particular issue mixed with that brief love letter had already revealed the truth very clearly.

But now, a young man who is willing to hide his identity and pretend to be a stranger in front of his beloved woman must have made a great determination.

It can also be seen that he must want to stand upright in front of Alisha after he has made some famous achievements in the wizarding world.

However, this kind of thinking, how childish...

Thinking of this, a trace of pity flashed in Madam's eyes.

But that's just her personal mood.

Involving some special reasons, it is absolutely impossible for her to change her mind and marry her daughter to Melon.

So Mrs. Chelsea opened her mouth and said to the girl who was covered in the quilt: "He is a distant cousin of mine, you can call him uncle."

Since Melun did not reveal his identity, UU reading www. uukanshu.com that might as well pull the distance between the two men and women farther.

The world in the storybook is very special, and she has no way to prevent her daughter from entering it.

So it's better to make Merron the elder of her daughter, so that some unexpected situations can be avoided.

However, when these words reached the ears of the girl under the quilt, it made her feel even more depressed.

Well, not only did you find a man secretly from your daughter, but the man you were looking for was actually your cousin?

Is there a mother like you in the world?

Alyssa didn't speak, but felt a burst of grievance hit her heart, so she moved her buttocks, turned her quilted face towards the wall, and turned her back to her mother, expressing that she didn't want to pay attention to her anymore.

The lady shook her head helplessly.

"Go to sleep."

She said lightly, then turned around and left, "You have to get up early tomorrow to do your homework, don't stay up late. And—"

Thinking of the banquet mentioned by Mellon before, Mrs. Chelsea, who walked to the door, hesitated for a moment, and said, "If Kevin invites you to a banquet in the morning, you may as well agree to him. I will arrange personnel at the banquet to protect yours. Safety."

There was still no response, but Madam was used to it.

When she walked out the door, she called out the book of secret words, and after seeing that a contact named Iger Wilson had appeared on the last page, she mentioned on it: "In front of my daughter in the future, you will be my cousin. ."

It came "suddenly".

Over there, Mellon, who was insomnia, was stunned unconsciously.

...cousin?

what's going on?

I obviously didn't do anything...

How did this relationship suddenly take a big step forward?

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