"Of course."Richard answered with a smile.Then he exclaimed, "thanks to you, you have educated him so well these years.If he lived with me, he would have developed such a gloomy temperament as Dylan."

"Don't say that, Mr. Oliver."Zoe was a little embarrassed. In fact, she didn’t give any education at all. Her baby son was a self-taught talent.

"Don't call me Mr. Oliver again. You're my grandson's Mommy. It's not too much to call me uncle Oliver."

"Uncle Oliver."Zoe called briskly. It was just a title. It didn't matter for herself.

Richard smiled and nodded. He turned his head to the housekeeper next to him and said, "prepare more dishes...