Beatrice Hargrave suddenly sat up straight, her hands resting flat on her knees, and said seriously, "Uncle Croft, it's not about meddling or not, this is a fact. Now that life is better, so many people indulge in reckless eating and drinking that they ruin their health..."
"Stop!" Before Beatrice Hargrave could finish her sermon, Nicholas Croft raised his hand to interrupt her. This girl is definitely not Sophie Foster, his Sophie does whatever makes her happy, sneaks his cigars, drinks his red wine, and often lies on the sofa too drunk to be aware of anything, never caring about healthy or unhealthy.
"What's wrong? Did I say something incorrect?" Beatrice Hargrave blinked in confusion, her eyes clear, unlike Sophie Foster who often has a sly sparkle in hers.
"No," Nicholas Croft also sat up straight and said seriously, "but these words are not suitable to come from a child's mouth."
"Oh, I see."
