Glaring sharply at Vivian, Ken demanded, "Do I need your permission to be here? You're just a secretary, and one who only got her job because of pressing circumstances—and you're here telling me how to behave?"Vivian did a double take—she presumed Ken to be agreeable since he was noncommittal about everything, and she really forgot her place!Forcing herself to stay calm, she replied, "Mr. Slate told me to be here.""For what?" Ken asked in return.Vivian was actually left stumped. "To clean the house. He's worried that Wendy can't do it all alone.""Are you sure that's what you're doing here instead of causing trouble?" Ken stared at her pointedly from head to toe, his tone clearly one of contempt. "You look like you're enjoying your time here."Vivian lowered her gaze and realized that she was still in her pajamas, having just woken up because she was hungry.Still, she also became frustrated as she remembered the incident of the roasted goose, which failed to earn her an aud

Zachary was worn out since work schedule had been tight for days. He called Ken during his break, intending to ask how Lulu and Star were doing, but Ken never answered.Tapping his fingers impatiently on his table, he thought about it for a while and decided to call Lulu instead.However, since she had put her phone on silent before sleeping last night and was busy coaxing Star to sleep, she did not hear it vibrate.Unable to reach Lulu or Ken pushed Zachary over the brink, and he did not hesitate to drive home immediately.Meanwhile, Ken lay down on the living room couch as if he owned the place—he was not one who would put himself through any suffering anyway.-Vivian was left gaping when she arrived at the place Ken told her to go to.It was a ton of furniture! She was basically told to move houses! And how was she supposed to do it?! She had never moved that many things in a single day, and she would be exhausted!When she whipped out her phone, ready to call a moving co

The room was quiet, save for the gentle breeze blowing in through the window.It was not cold and was actually invigorating. Zachary sat by the bed to watch Lulu sleep.Without her lies or pretenses, Zachary found serenity—if only time could stop here.He glanced at Star in turn—was she sleeping soundly as well because she knew her mother was right beside her?It was certainly better for children to stay by their mother's side.As he pulled the blanket over them, Lulu stirred and opened her eyes, then stared at the figure before her quizzically. There should not be anyone here… was it Ken?Still, she soon sat up when she saw who it was."M-Mr. Slate?!" she exclaimed as her head cleared, straightening her clothes as she got out of bed. "Shouldn't you be away for a month? Why are you back so soon?"Worried about her modesty again, she buttoned her blouse. Zachary studied her and kept his voice deliberately cool. "I said I wanted to see Star every day. You didn't answer my v

For Lulu, it was better to have Vivian sleep than have her loiter around the house.At this point and considering Zachary's attitude toward Vivian, she had the feeling Zachary had a few screws loose. He knew Vivian was incompetent and could not help with housework but insisted she stayed.Did he just want to mess with her? When did he become so laughably childish?Suddenly, Star woke up and started bawling, her cries so sharp it could tear a heart apart.Lulu hurried to her room and scooped her up in her arms.Star stopped crying right then as if flipping a switch, her cheeks still wet with tears as she leveled Lulu a look of grief.One would think she was being bullied with that look, and yet she was so adorable hearts would melt.Gently wiping her tears, Lulu asked, "Are you hungry?"Star could not respond or understand and stayed pouting.Once Lulu put Star back in her crib, Star started bawling as if there were thorns on the mattress.Lulu smiled exasperatedly, "Oh, Sta

Erin had always held a heart of gratitude and therefore always took joy in what she had, never complaining.On the other hand, James took leave over the next couple of days to take care of her.He arrived at Erin's ward with food and smiled when he saw Irene. "Hello, Mrs. Jefferson."Irene nodded in turn. "Take good care of her and don't let her slip again. You need to be very careful during pregnancy."James nodded awkwardly. "Yes, it was my fault for not taking good care of her.""Mom, I'm hungry." Baby tugged on Irene's sleeve just then.Irene placed him on her lap and tousled his jet-black hair.His facial features were more pronounced these days, which accentuated his resemblance to Isaac. They were less obvious with his younger chubbiness.Blinking his round, black eyes, Baby said, "I want to eat."Carrying him up in her arms, Irene said, "I'm taking Baby for lunch.""Then hurry," Erin urged. "Don't starve him.""Actually, he can have some of the food I bought," James