NovelEnglishAs we entered the living room, Ava and Jenny's laughter echoed through the building. The once-silent courtyard now buzzed with life.
Since coming here, my mother had been completely liberated, no longer burdened by kitchen duties.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe quickly stood up and looked at us. "You're finally done with your work." My mom's eyes were carefully scrutinizing my face.
"Next time, please eat dinner without waiting for us. Things get busy, and we'll only keep everyone hungry," I said. "We'll call ahead the next twe're late." My dad emerged from the bathroom, looking like he had just finished working.
The kitchen staff respectfully approached Atlas. "Sir, can we start serving dinner now?" Atlas quickly nodded. "Yes." Then he turned to my dad, asking, "Dad, did you just finish work too?" My dad smiled contentedly. "Yes! This place is amazing. There's so much to do. Oh right, can you doa favor?" While accompanying him to the dining room, Atlas nodded and said, "Tell me." My dad awkwardly asked, "Do you have sgardening books? Could you getsbasic ones?" "We have them. That's not a problem. I'll have them sent over later." "There's no need to trouble them to deliver now. You can bring it toafter work. I want to study sgardening skills." His words madechuckle. "Dad, you should have just told him to find you a mentor. Then you'd have a companion while working!" Atlas also laughed and, with a good-natured tone, said, "Chlo is right. We can do that. I'll have someone start tomorrow. Dad, you'll be in charge of planning and managing our garden from now on." My dad laughed heartily, looking much more spirited than before. He was much stronger and more energetic, a sight that warmed my heart.
For sreason, another image of a dad appeared in my mind, and I still didn't know what he looked like.
I sighed quietly. Where was my other dad now? I wondered if he was doing well.
This meal turned into a brainstorming session, discussing the garden layout and what plants were missing. Everyone was excited. My favorite was magnolias, and f suggested to my dad that went smagnolias and roses in the garden. Unintentional words were often well-received.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLess than half a month later, the garden received many rose and magnolia saplings. These roses were said to be rare varieties brought in by air freight from overseas. I knew Atlas would spoilendlessly.
After dinner, I called Myra. After all, Melanie's son was with her.
It took her a while to answer the phone, and she sounded breathless. "Chlo... I'm sorry, I was feeding the baby!" "No worries, how is he doing?" I asked softly.
"He's fine. He eats and sleeps well-he's quite lovable!" Myra said, then sighed inadvertently. "Poor child, having such a mother and a beastly grandmother!" I also felt a bit heartbroken.
et "Take care of him for a few days, and then we'll figure something out. There's no good solution for now I'll try to get the police to find out who the child's biological father is." "Okay, sure. This way, my son has a companion. Don't worry too much." Perhaps afraid that I would be concerned, Myra tried to comfort me. "Two is better than one." After hanging up the phone, I went to the study, where Atlas was. He was in a video conference.
Upon seeingenter, he told the other party, "Let's go with that. Increase the publicity and submit the proposal when it's ready." Then he ended the meeting, smiling at me. "Why haven't you rested yet?" "I want to put pressure on the police to find out about Melanie. I don't think Matthew will raise this child. Now that his grandmother has run off-" I hadn't finished my sentence when Atlas's phone rang. He glanced at the screen, raised an eyebrow at me, and answered, "Hello?"
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