Enna Clark returned home with a bellyful of anger.
As expected, as soon as she took Giselle Lawrence out of the elevator, she saw her homeâs front door wide open, with workers constantly going in and out. The sofa and curtains she had bought were dismantled and piled up in the hallway, probably not yet having had a chance to be removed.
The anger in Ennaâs heart surged again, and her temples throbbed as she held Giselle and entered the house.
Inside, it wasnât the mess she had imagined, with the workers each performing their duties quietly. Most of the items to be moved out had been taken out, and those to be moved in were mostly put in place. Now, they were just doing some finishing touches and replacing TVs and other electronic appliances.
âThereâs no need to do much with the TV cabinet, just replace the TV itself. Dining table⦠hmm⦠letâs change it to a European-style redwood one.â
âAnd bring over the Middle Ages Rial Cadite vase from Bauhinia Garden, and prepare six champagne-colored roses.â
âAlright.â
Two workers passed by Enna without even glancing at the homeowner.
However, the man in charge of coordinating the work in the living room noticed her, turned around in surprise, and called out, âMs. Clark, youâre back?â
Scott Harris was there, so whoever came to renovate her place without even notifying her must be Baron Lawrence!
As expected, it was Baron Lawrence!
Enna could hardly contain her anger, but she couldnât really vent it at Scott. She couldnât even manage a smile, so she just twitched the corners of her lips and greeted him, âHmm. Mr. Harris, long time no see.â
âIndeed, itâs been a long time, Ms. Clark.â Scott walked over quickly and, seeing her added sense of calmness and confidence compared to a year ago, he knew she had had a good year and his heart relaxed. Then he noticed the little girl in Ennaâs arms and excitedly asked, âIs this the little miss?â
Little missâ¦
Despite being immersed in the Habsden family for over a year, Enna still wasnât quite used to this kind of address, âMr. Harris, you can call her Gigi.â
âGigi, call me uncle.â
Although Giselle was only a year old, she wasnât shy at all, unlike other one-year-old girls who would cry loudly when they suddenly saw a stranger in their home.
Not only did she not cry, but she also twisted and turned in Ennaâs arms, waving her chubby little arm at Scott and giving him a toothless bright smile, sweetly and cutely calling out, âUncle!â
Her crisp and clear voice didnât sound like that of a one-year-old girl at all.
Enna patiently corrected her, âGigi, itâs uncle, not Uncle.â
The little girlâs big, deer-like eyes were clear and bright. She seemed to ponder for a moment, and the next second, she turned to Scott with another toothless smile and called out in her milky voice, âUncle!â
Enna was completely helpless.
Her little dumpling was perfect in every way, except she had one problem â she would call every male she met âuncleâ and every female âcat.â
This was a headache for Enna as well.
She had corrected Giselle countless times, but Giselle persisted in her ways!
It even made Enna think that her little dumpling only knew these two words, so she would call them out randomly. But later, Enna discovered that Giselle didnât just know these two words; she had made them into pronouns.
Giselle would call any male she liked âuncleâ and any female she liked âcat.â
As for those she didnât like, the little one had a temper and wouldnât even acknowledge them.
Now that she was calling Mr. Harris âuncle,â it was clear that Giselle liked himâ¦