"I'm so envious"

"Are you worried that the next second I'll say something else to agitate you?"

Seymore's voice carried a hint of smile, "You don't need to worry anymore, this phone call really has no other purpose but to simply congratulate you and your soon-to-be-born baby."

As Seymore finished speaking.

The next second, the phone in Lola Hussey's hand was snatched away and transferred to Nigel Hussey's hand.

Lola momentarily forgot to react, then saw Nigel Hussey pressing the phone to his ear, his cold voice saying to Seymore on the other end: "Enough, Seymore. Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're hiding and the Bailey family can't find you. I'm telling you, unless you never show up again in this lifetime!"

Swift dancer! Swift dancer!

Isn't that a skilled dancer?!

Unexpectedly, Lola had saved Seymore's number with such a name, causing her to guess for a while until she noticed her daughter's face getting worse and worse, and she immediately confirmed who was calling!