"Honey, it's my fault!" Jaylan finally softened, "I'll pay more attention to this. I'll be a good dad!"
I smiled ruefully to myself. He was a good dad, but not a good one for my children.
"Starting next term, Monique will stop boarding and commute to school!" I demanded. "They are still so young, after all!"
"But can you handle it?" Jaylan asked in feigned concern.
"Whether I can or not, I have to. Children should grow up in a harmonious environment. Neglecting them after giving birth is not my style! Since I'm alive, they must all come home!" I stated unequivocally.
Slowly, I lay back down. I was utterly exhausted and felt like I was about to collapse.
"Okay, we'll do as you wish!" He conceded, "Are you not mad anymore?"
He leaned closer again.
"Let's sleep! We have to take Probert to school tomorrow!" I said, closing my eyes.
I was silently anxious. It seemed I really needed to make a trip back to Silverdale City.
The next day.
As soon as I got up, I went straight to Probert's room, only to find that Zora was already there. I told her somewhat irritably, "From now on, I'll take care of Probert. You don't need to bother about him. Go and prepare breakfast quickly! Probert has to get to school on time."
Upon hearing this, she handed me the clothes she was holding for Probert and left the room.
I noticed that Probert wasn't as clingy towards her as I had seen in the video, which was a good sign.
Carl was still young and was used to Zora's care, and I had to take things slow. Plus, given my current physical condition, I needed some time to recuperate.
At breakfast, Clara was nowhere to be seen. I didn't bother asking about her. After ensuring Probert had eaten, I drove him straight to school. He seemed noticeably happier today. Before entering the school building, he turned to wave at me, then ran in.
I watched him run into the school building with a smile before getting back into the car.
I was truly exhausted, so I drove straight home and called Logan to make sure his people were keeping a close eye on Jaylan and Marissa. I needed to keep Marissa on her toes and put some pressure on her.
Logan let out a wicked chuckle, "Don't worry! I guarantee I'll make that Dawslug sweat bullets. And the person I arranged to do it will be in position today."
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