Olivier had just returned when Chelsea stepped out of the bedroom.

Daley had just finished boiling a pot of water and was making tea. Seeing Olivier, he raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Back so soon? How’d it go?"

"Not great."

Olivier curled his lips into a faint smirk before turning to Chelsea. "Where’s the little troublemaker?"

Chelsea replied calmly, "I scolded her and sent her to reflect in her room. Let her think things through."

"Mm."

Since Chelsea had already reprimanded their daughter, Olivier couldn’t be bothered to do it again. He knew his own kid well—stubborn as a mule. If she couldn’t figure things out on her own, no...