She Quit Her Family and Found Herself novel Chapter 217

He wasn't particularly fond of this dish; it was Miles's favorite. But even he had to admit that Hulda's version tasted better.

Thinking of his son, Herbert looked up. "Miles called me today. He said he wants to come home. I'll have someone pick him up tomorrow."

Sylvie smiled and nodded. "That's great. I've missed him too. The house feels so empty without him."

Herbert gave a gentle smile. Even though this marriage hadn't been his choice, at least Miles adored Sylvie. And Sylvie treated him like her own flesh and blood. That was enough for him.

"You're going to have to be patient with him. Hulda spoiled him terribly. He can be quite arrogant and willful," he said.

Sylvie's eyes filled with warmth. "Don't say that about him. Children are pure and innocent; it's the adults who create problems. Don't worry, I will take wonderful care of him."

"I know you will."

Sylvie served him another piece of meat, then looked up at him through her lashes, her voice tentative. "Speaking of the house feeling empty... My mom called me today. She mentioned that Finn is getting older and will need to start elementary school soon. But the schools back in my hometown aren't very good, so..."

She watched his face carefully before continuing. "She asked if I could bring Finn to live with me so he can attend a good school here in the city."

Hearing this, Herbert didn't bat an eye. "You're the lady of the house now. Whatever you decide is fine."

It was just taking in a child; he truly didn't care. It wasn't like he couldn't afford it. Besides, he had met Finn Sinclair multiple times. The boy was timid, honest, and extremely obedient. He never caused trouble and was actually quite bright, always tinkering with little inventions.

It would be a shame for a smart kid like him to waste away in a rural school.

Herbert had an impromptu business meeting and left early, and Sylvie was busy with things around the house and couldn't pick him up, so the family driver brought him over from the old residence.

The moment Miles walked through the door, he saw workers carrying furniture in and out of the house. He had no idea what was going on.

Without giving it much thought, he ran upstairs, shouting, "Sylvie, I'm home!"

But the second he pushed open his bedroom door, he stopped dead.

Finn was sitting right in the middle of his bed, holding his absolute favorite robot model in his hands.

"Didn't your mommy teach you manners? You have to knock before going into someone else's room," Finn demanded in his high-pitched, childish voice.