“That's all we can do.” Joyce shrugged.

After that, she left to work on her tasks.

Natalie continued watching the fashion show, and after she finished with it, she closed the website and started sketching and creating the design drafts on her sketchpad.

When it was time to clock out, she received a text message from Shane which read: I have another meeting later. Silas will pick you and the children up.

In response, Natalie typed: Alright. You get back to work now and come home earlier.

Shane acknowledged with a brief 'okay' and nothing else.

Natalie let out a sigh and put her phone back in her bag.

Out of the blue, someone knocked on the door.

Natalie squeezed her fingers, and as she exercised them, she answered, “Please come in.”

The office door was pushed open and in came Silas. “Madam.”

“Mr. Campbell.” Natalie raised an eyebrow in amazement.

She didn't expect that he would be there so soon.

“Mr. Shane asked me to send you back to the villa,” Silas added as he pushed his glasses up.

Natalie left her seat. “I know. He told me. Let's go then.”

“Yes, Madam,” Silas answered. He then drove heading to the kindergarten to pick up the children.

already seven

the table, Mrs. Wilson turned to Natalie several times, looking like she

put down her fork and asked, “Mrs. Wilson, why

children turned to look at Natalie's

Sharon put her palms together under her chin which produced a

her adorable posture, and she reached out, patting her

He squinted exactly like how Shane would and asked, “Mrs. Wilson,

Mrs. Wilson nodded.

Wilson, just

to clean up a room for Jacqueline,” Mrs.

an instant. Mrs. Wilson

a spoonful of the soup nonchalantly, Natalie answered, “Ah, I

Natalie's reaction to that, Mrs. Wilson couldn't

with a rather disconsolate expression, “What purpose would it serve even if I'm furious about it? Can I possibly stop Jacqueline from coming over

was

say that Ms.

Graham; I don't want her to stay with us.” Before Natalie could answer, Sharon

children turned to look ot Notolie's

Mommy looks fontostic.” Shoron put her polms

omused by her odoroble posture, ond she reoched

how Shone would

Mrs. Wilson nodded.

Wilson, just soy it. I'm

Mr. Shone colled home todoy ond osked me to cleon up o room for Jocqueline,” Mrs.

in on instont. Mrs. Wilson

o spoonful of the soup

couldn't help but be

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