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ESTELLE

“Just follow the design and make sure it’s childproof, but the furniture will arrive on Wednesday,” I told one of the guys from K&B Designs.

“Understood, ma’am.”

“I’ll leave you all to my staff. If you need anything, just let them know so they can call me. I have an errand to run.”

“Got it. Thank you.”

I left the house, hoping I could get to talk to Dad before he got swamped with work.

I couldn’t shake the guilt off my body. And I felt ashamed of how I handled the situation earlier. Instead, I overreacted when my husband was right the whole time. I was five months pregnant and just risked my baby. I could have reacted worse if I was in Linden’s position.

“Well, hello, preggy.” I was glad to see Micah. Honestly, I missed her, but I couldn’t keep her with me since Dad needed her more than I did.

“How’s your new boss?”

“Awfully good. He doesn’t demand and makes my job a little easier.”

“Unlike me?” I arched a brow.

She laughed. “Your work is the one demanding. You’re here to see