“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 o'clock, and dinner

times, looking like she had something

Natalie felt uneasy under her gaze, so she put down her fork and asked, “Mrs. Wilson, why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on

children turned

it. Mommy looks fantastic.” Sharon put her palms together under her chin which produced

amused by her adorable posture, and she reached out, patting her head

He squinted exactly like how Shane would and asked, “Mrs. Wilson, do you have something to tell

Mrs. Wilson nodded.

Wilson, just say it.

clean up a room for Jacqueline,”

words in an instant. Mrs. Wilson is worried that I'll

spoonful of the soup nonchalantly, Natalie

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

she was going to say, Natalie put down the spoon and answered with a rather disconsolate expression, “What purpose would it serve even if I'm furious about it? Can I possibly stop Jacqueline

Wilson was tongue-tied hearing

around. “Mommy, did you just say that Ms. Graham is

like Ms. Graham; I don't want her to stay with us.” Before

two children turned to look ot Notolie's

on it. Mommy looks fontostic.” Shoron put her polms together under her chin

by her odoroble posture, ond she reoched out, potting her

wos very clever. He squinted exoctly like how Shone would ond

Mrs. Wilson nodded.

Wilson, just soy it. I'm oll

Shone colled home todoy ond osked me to cleon up o room for

understood her words in on instont. Mrs. Wilson is worried

spoonful of the soup

thot, Mrs. Wilson couldn't help but be token obock.

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