"Your Highness," Lora Sharp spoke first, her words filled with distance and restraint.
Marcus Wood's deep eyes narrowed, and in the next moment, his gaze slowly became bright, tinged with a hint of grievance.
"Lora, why are you calling me 'Your Highness' again? Didn't I ask you to call me 'Nine'?"
His tone paused for a moment before adding, "You can also call me darling."
Upon hearing this, Lora Sharp immediately felt relieved.
Thank goodness, it was still Nine.
She visibly relaxed.
Indeed, once a man gets married, he forgets his mother!
The sorrow in Lynn Smith's eyes was almost tangible!
"Mother..."
Nine Smith walked to Lora Sharp's side, his eyes also filled with sorrow.
Lora Sharp looked at one and then the other.
They truly resembled a mother and son, their sorrowful gazes mirroring each other!
Lora Sharp felt her hand being held by Nine Smith, although he was still hiding behind her, so Empress probably couldn't see it.