“Okay.” I nodded obediently and continued speaking through puffed cheeks, “Get home as soon as you can.”

A faint voice spoke up from his end of the call. It was foreign and sounded like it belonged to a man. “Mr. Fuller, you may begin now.”

“Alright,” Ashton responded to the voice before turning back to me. “I have to deal with some stuff here, so you should go on to bed without me. I’ll text you when I get home.”

Then he hung up before I could manage a “goodbye” or even an “okay.”

Looking back at the call history, something didn’t quite sit right in my chest.

Am I mistaken or did Ashton sound a little nervous earlier? As I contemplated giving him another call after he was done with his work, my phone buzzed—it was a WhatsApp message from Ashton: Don’t worry, Honey. I’ll be extra careful so no one can cop a feel.

A soft smile broke out on my face, thinking that he must be fine if he can joke around like this.

Feeling relieved, I put away my phone and decided to check on the twins in their nursery. On my way there, I noticed a faint glow coming from Summer’s room. Seeing that her door wasn’t fully shut, I peeked into her room out of curiosity.

lit computer with her head leaning down, doing something that I couldn’t see

to get close to Summer. I already transferred Stella to the Logistics Department and made

It turned out that Summer was practicing some fourth-grade math questions with the guidance

as I took in the unexpected sight before me. Summer had just started school, yet she

head was still lowered, focusing on the fourth-grade workbook before her. She was so absorbed in solving equations that she hadn’t even noticed me

can such a tiny human

her side, making sure to not startle her before asking my question, “What

her workbook. “Math equations are so fun, and Mr. Cress said I’m really good at solving them! He even assigned some extra homework

“Is that so…?”

for the workbook and flipping through its pages. Truthfully, there was nothing special about the contents since it mostly consisted of basic

pressed my lips into a proud

would happily throw herself into the tediousness of bookkeeping. She loved it dearly;

see. It was as if Summer was living proof that a

stretched across my face as I encouraged, “That’s great, Summer! I’m so proud of you.

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