Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“I need to confirm something…” answered Robbie. He was not in a hurry to share that information with Jamie. Instead, Robbie suggested, “You guys go ahead and have lunch without me. I want to take a closer look.”

“Okay,” said Jamie, who sounded a little disappointed when he added, “I can’t read in that language and can’t help much, anyway.”

“I’ll ask Mrs. Rawlston to take the lunch over so you can eat while reading the documents,” said Ellie. She poured Robbie a glass of water and instructed, “Here, have a sip first. Don’t wear yourself out.”

“Thank you, Ellie,” replied Robbie while nodding. He later urged, “Go on now. Don’t let yourself go hungry.”

“Alright,” said Ellie. She turned around and was ready to leave, but Fifi the parrot saw the photo in the document. It flapped its wings excitedly and said, “Mommy! Mommy!”

Robbie put the document away instantly and frowned at Fifi before growling, “Fifi, don’t make a scene!”

well. You kept calling Mommy and flew all the way to the stairs.

caressing Fifi’s feathers, “And one must be quiet in the hospital, so don’t make a scene the next

“Mommy, mommy…”

Jamie and Ellie both glared over, and the parrot had no choice but to hide its

say that Fifi called out for Mommy in

quick to notice that something was off. Lately, he had been training Fifi by letting it watch tons of photos and videos of their Mommy. He did that so that Fifi would recognize their Mommy if she ever

and sensitivity are much better than that of a human’s, after all. It has

wanted to visit him too, so I accompanied her over. When we were turning the

excited when he shared what happened

he wasn’t,

those words prompted Robbie to extend his hand and order, “Fifi,

Ellie let go.

wings and flew to

softly before telling Jamie, “Jamie, go

feeling a little

what’s wrong?” asked

at the photo before asking Fifi, “Fifi, the

“Mommy! Mommy!”