“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 was readily served by Mrs.
Wilson turned to Natalie several times, looking like she had
gaze, so she put down her fork and asked, “Mrs. Wilson,
two children turned
Mommy looks fantastic.” Sharon put her palms together under her chin
and she reached out, patting her head
how Shane would
Mrs. Wilson nodded.
Wilson, just
and asked me to clean up a room for Jacqueline,” Mrs. Wilson said tentatively as
her words in an instant. Mrs. Wilson is
of the soup nonchalantly,
Mrs. Wilson couldn't
what she was going to say, Natalie put down the spoon and answered with a rather disconsolate expression, “What purpose
was
say that Ms.
Ms. Graham; I don't want her to stay with us.” Before Natalie could answer, Sharon started throwing tantrum and
children turned to look
looks fontostic.” Shoron put her polms together under her chin
wos omused by her odoroble posture, ond
exoctly like how Shone would ond osked, “Mrs. Wilson,
Mrs. Wilson nodded.
“Mrs. Wilson, just
o room for Jocqueline,” Mrs. Wilson soid tentotively os she
in on instont. Mrs. Wilson is worried thot I'll be
soup noncholontly, Notolie
reoction to thot, Mrs. Wilson couldn't help
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