Jessica Taylor was adept at reading people's moods and guessing a child's thoughts, but she could not figure out Annum Brown, who was a few years younger than her.
"Landon!" Jessica Taylor called her brother, Landon Harris, by his name.
Landon looked at Jessica, his lips pursed... In the end, he spoke to his sister: "I don't like the things Auntie Grace sends out to be caught by that little girl, so... I wanted to snatch it back, but Annum saw me, and he pushed me down…"
After carefully finishing this long sentence to his sister, Landon cautiously looked at his sister.
Jessica frowned at Landon: "Do you know where you made a mistake?"
Landon shook his head, biting his lower lip.
"They are all Auntie Grace's relatives. Even if you don't like them...you shouldn't use force. If...you want Auntie Grace to adopt you, you must behave very well!" Jessica said to her brother.