Barney chuckled. "You women just love overthinking things. As for men, it's perfectly normal to like one person today and someone else tomorrow."
"What are you talking about?" Zelda glared at him. "My daughter truly loves Sebastian."
"What is true love worth?" Barney dismissed her, sitting up to put his clothes on.
Watching his back, Zelda felt a sudden chill in her heart.
This man always spoke sweet words, but when she actually needed his help, he did absolutely nothing.
"Barney," she called out, shifting to a softer tone.
Barney paused as he buttoned his shirt and glanced back at her. "What?"
Zelda leaned closer, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. "Sienna hasn't eaten or drank anything in days. As her mother, it breaks my heart. Can you please help me?"
He frowned. "How am I supposed to help? Your daughter lost, plain and simple. Are we supposed to go looking for trouble?"
Barney had no interest in getting involved in such messy affairs.
"I just want to know what makes her so special," Zelda muttered indignantly.
"What makes her special? She's young, beautiful, and comes from a good family," Barney said bluntly.
Zelda's expression darkened.
Noticing her shift in mood, Barney's tone softened. "Alright, alright, stop overthinking it. I have a dinner meeting soon, so I need to go."
He stood up, pulled a card from his wallet, and tossed it onto the bed. "This is for the month. Take it, bring Sienna out to relax, and buy some nice dresses and purses."
Zelda glanced at the card but didn't pick it up immediately.
"What? Not enough?" Barney raised an eyebrow.
Biting her lip, Zelda eventually reached out and took the card. "Thank you, Barney."
"Good girl." He kissed her cheek, grabbed his car keys, and swaggered out the door.
Little Bean's eyes lit up when he saw her. *Mommy, you're back!*
"Yeah, Mommy bought you some new clothes." Seraphina pulled two tiny outfits from the bag and dangled them in front of him.
One was a light blue shirt paired with khaki overalls.
The other was a white onesie with a little panda embroidered on the chest.
Little Bean took one look and gave a reluctant nod. *They're alright, I guess.*
"Just alright?" Seraphina didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "You're just a baby, yet you have such high standards."
*I am a baby with refined taste,* Little Bean corrected her mentally.
Too tired to argue with an infant, Seraphina snipped off the tags and prepared to wash the clothes.
But Little Bean had sharp eyes. He immediately spotted another shopping bag bearing the logo of a high-end lingerie brand.

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