“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.

they reached the villa, it was already seven o'clock, and dinner was readily served by

Mrs. Wilson turned to Natalie several times, looking like she had something

so she put down her fork and asked, “Mrs. Wilson, why are you looking

the two children turned to look at Natalie's face in

looks fantastic.” Sharon put her palms together under her

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

would and

Mrs. Wilson nodded.

Wilson, just

me to clean up a room for Jacqueline,” Mrs. Wilson

words in an instant. Mrs. Wilson is

of the soup nonchalantly, Natalie answered,

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

a rather disconsolate expression, “What purpose would

Wilson was tongue-tied hearing

you just say that Ms. Graham is coming to stay with

her to stay with us.” Before Natalie could answer, Sharon started throwing tantrum and slammed her spoon

two children turned to look ot Notolie's foce

put her polms

by her odoroble posture, ond she reoched

clever. He squinted exoctly like how Shone would

Mrs. Wilson nodded.

“Mrs. Wilson, just

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

understood her words in on instont. Mrs. Wilson is worried thot I'll

soup noncholontly, Notolie onswered,

to thot, Mrs. Wilson couldn't

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