The nanny and the bodyguard were also dumbfounded.
"Where are you going, Miss Tate? It is rather late."
Avery was rigid. She could not pretend that everything was fine, nor could she bring herself to fake a smile for the children.
She looked at Hayden with her red eyes and said, "Take care of your sister Hayden."
Hayden had always been strong, but his mother's face startled him.
No matter how mature he was, he was still just a five-year-old boy.
He reached out to grab onto Avery's sleeve and said in a voice filled with fear and worry. "Where are you going, Mommy?"
In the past, Avery would patiently explain things to the children. Even if she had to tell a white lie, she would still make sure to comfort them.
Presently though, all she could feel was the cold, and she could not think straight.
The only thing on her mind was that she had to go to Bridgedale and save Wesley, no matter the danger or the price she had to pay!
Wesley had been abducted because of her. He would not b
