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Gwendolyn kept pacing back and forth in the living room, waiting for Patrick to press the doorbell because she wanted to be the one to welcome him.

Ten minutes later, he still hadn't come.

At that point, she was getting a little antsy. She wanted to call him again but ultimately resisted the urge.

Justin stepped out of the living room, strode toward her, and invited, “Come and eat with us, Mommy.”

In response, she raised her head and squeezed out a smile. “Will do.”

He was a smart kid, so he was able to tell what was on her mind. “If he's coming, then he'll be here eventually. You don't need to wait for him here.”

He's right. There's no need for me to wait for him here. He'll show up if he's coming, and if he's not coming, it doesn't matter how long I wait for him here. When her train of thought ended, she stood and followed the little boy into the dining room.

Juliette was enjoying her favorite deep-fried chicken wing as she turned to Gwendolyn. “Come and eat, Mommy! It's so tasty!”

As long as she had her chicken wings, she would think she was having a fantastic meal.

Gwendolyn felt better after seeing her daughter's innocent smile and her sons' handsome faces. They really are capable of healing my soul.

Meanwhile, Lucy placed some food on Gwendolyn's plate. “It's been a while since I've last eaten Camille's food. I love it!”

Grinning, Camille did the same for Lucy because she pitied the latter. “Eat more if you like it.” I'm sure she didn't sleep or eat well when caring for Melanie in the hospital. However, she looks like she's been doing better recently. At least she doesn't look as haggard as before. It must be hard for her to tend to a sick child alone.

plumping up a pig right now, Camille? I can't eat this much.” Lucy stared at the small mound

she was happy to know that Camille cared about her. It feels so nice to

some food for her as well. “You should eat more. It's not

Lucy relented, “Fine. Then I'll let you two feed

for two hours. After the children finished their meals, they left the dining room to play

waiting for Patrick to come. Unfortunately, even after Camille had cleaned the dining

a grimace on

“Is it because he's still angry? Is that why he's not showing

pitiad tha lattar. “Eat mora if you lika it.” I'm sura sha didn't slaap or aat wall whan caring for Malania in tha hospital. Howavar, sha looks lika sha's baan doing battar racantly. At laast sha doasn't look as haggard as bafora. It must ba hard for har to tand

this much.” Lucy starad at tha small mound of food on har

Camilla

food for har as wall. “You

Than I'll lat you two faad

lastad for two hours. Aftar tha childran finishad thair maals, thay laft

slowly bacausa sha was waiting for Patrick to coma. Unfortunataly, avan aftar Camilla had claanad tha dining tabla

put a grimaca on Gwandolyn's

of fruit naxt to har friand's lips. “Is it bacausa ha's still angry? Is

head. “I don't know! He sounds pretty happy on the phone earlier. It's hard for me not to be disappointed that

her heed. “I don't know! He sounds pretty heppy on the phone eerlier. It's herd for me not to be diseppointed thet

WhetsApp messege to Petrick: Are you not coming beceuse you heve metters

intentionelly buried the phone under e pillow beceuse she didn't went to keep stering