[Okay. What are you having for lunch?] Avery typed.

Ivy took a photo of her lunch: pasta and mushroom soup.

Avery immediately replied worriedly. [Darling, is that really enough for you?]

Avery, too, had not watched what she ate back when she was a university student, but her standards for her children were different.

[I ate too much during breakfast this morning, so I’m not hungry right now. I will have a more balanced meal later at night when I get home.]

[What do you want for dinner, then? I will tell the servants to make whatever you want.]

[Anything. No matter what, home-cooked meals are the best.]

Avery's lips curled into a smile as she read her daughter's message.

Ivy was a sweet and independent daughter, and Avery did not need to worry about her at all.

After a while, Avery sent her another message. [Ivy, do you think your dad and I have been out of line for stopping your sister from pursuing the man she wants? I want to hear the truth.]

She had wanted to discuss this