"What?!"
Old Lady Blake's eyes were full of surprise, "When did she get pregnant? When did this happen, Ivy? You really know how to pull off big things secretly."
"No, I was just assuming."
Edwin Blake immediately doused Old Lady Blake's enthusiasm with cold water, "Oh, stop with those big sighs. Don't tell me Ivy's child will have inheritance rights, and then everything I have will be hers!"
Edwin shook his head helplessly, "Alright, you can give your stuff to whoever you want."
"If one day you can tell me that Ivy is pregnant, even with a second child, I'll be over the moon."
Old Lady Blake was beautifully fantasizing about the future.
Edwin shook his head helplessly and supported her to go out, "Come on, Grandma, go take a nap. You can dream about anything."
...
Four-thirty in the afternoon.
Edwin Blake had already arrived at the kindergarten with Old Lady Blake.
