"Little Master, I've already informed your family. Whether they come or not is none of my concern. I've done all I can, so I'll be on my way now." Phoebe Conrad stood up, ready to leave, when her hand was suddenly grabbed."Mom, don't go," Samuel Vaughan mumbled, his eyes barely open, his voice weak from having just vomited."Hey... Little Master, are you so hungry that you're confused? You can eat whatever, but you can't just call anyone 'Mom'!" Phoebe Conrad quickly pulled her hand away, jokingly. She would never acknowledge Gloria Vaughan's child as her own."Mom—Mom—Mom—" Samuel Vaughan's hoarse voice, tinged with a nasal tone, seemed to find solace in the repetition. His pitiful look tugged at one's heartstrings, and the repeated "Mom" made Phoebe Conrad feel a bit uneasy."No, we're not close, so don't try to get too familiar." If it were any other child, Phoebe Conrad might have softened, but this was Gloria Vaughan's child. She had already shown great mercy by bringing him
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