Sandra's mouth was full of cream, and at this point, her eyes were only on the food. She nodded obediently, "Okay."
Her little hand gripped the fork, not waiting for a moment before sending another bite into her mouth.
"Mommy..."
The woman had messy short hair and was wearing a light gray casual coat with the brim of her duckbill cap pressed low.
She looked down with a cold, disgusted expression at the little girl clinging to her pant leg, "Go away."
Showing no mercy, she lifted her leg and pushed the girl away.
Her gaze shifted to Whitley Baine, who was making a call against the glass wall. Her cold eyes filled with complex emotions.
The little girl she pushed away was still clinging to her leg, "Mommy, Mommy."
She frowned, about to lower her head, when she noticed Whitley Baine looking back towards the coffee shop. Sensing that he was about to look her way, she quickly picked up the little girl and hid behind a large round pillar.
She put the little girl down.