The next day.
When Freya arrived, I just happened to be downstairs. When Anne saw Freya coming in, she ran to her with her hands wide open, "Grandaunt!"
"Dear Anne, did you miss me?" Freya held Anne in her arms, and then she couldn't help but complain, "We're about the same age, but I'm a grandaunt. Why don't you let Anne address me as an aunt from now on? I feel old when she keeps calling me her grandaunt!"
Anne was a clever girl, so she immediately understood. She called out to Freya in a childish voice, "A... Aunt..."
Freya's smiling eyes narrowed into slits, and she immediately responded to Anne, "Ah! Anne is so smart. Come, I'll reward you with a lollipop!"
As she spoke, she took out a lollipop from her Hermes bag and placed it in Anne's chubby hands.
Anne was so overjoyed that she clapped her hands and hopped around in Freya's arms. "Thank you, Aunt Moore! I like lollipops!"
Freya saw how happy the child was and the smile on her face deepened. I said helplessly, "You are not even this patient to Oliver. Is Anne your biological daughter instead of mine?"
"How is it the same?" Freya came over, holding Anne in her arms. "Anne is a girl, and a girl should be doted on. Oliver is a boy, and he needs to be trained. Otherwise, he'll be a mama's boy when he grows up, and I don't want that."
I shook my head and sighed. I wanted to retort, but I knew that I wouldn't win anyway.
Freya played around with the child for a while. When she saw that I was ready, she prepared to carry Anne along with her. "Alright, let's set off now. We don't want to be late. Many doctors nowadays are all on a high horse."
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