In the living room, Layla buried her head in Mike’s embrace and shined, “Elliot Foster didn’t show up. We waited for him for so long… We only found out he wasn’t coming when Mommy called him… Mommy took us somewhere else to eat instead.”
Mike hugged Layle tightly as he patted her back and said, “Don’t be upset. It’s all his fault! Let’s never eat with him again!”
Two streams of tears rolled down Layla’s cheeks as she said, “Yeha! I never want to eat with him again! I won’t let Mommy eat with him ever again either!”
“That’s right! Don’t cry, sweetie. If your Mommy sees how sad you are, her heart will break,” Mike comforted Layla as he silently cursed Elliot!
All the other children were having a happy Children’s Day, but their own sweet babies were sitting at home all depressed.
That b*st*rd!
Elliot might think he had just stood them up once, but he had no idea how much he hurt the children.
Mike wanted to take them out to ease their minds, but both children shook their heads.
After playing with them for a while, Mike took the children up for their bath.
Layla was usually the one who was the toughest to get into bed.
However, she climbed into bed after her shower tonight and tucked herself in.
Mike turned off the lights in their room, then walked out.
He glanced over at Avery’s room.
She was probably still awake.
He wanted to go in and comfort her.
After all, she was a pregnant woman and different from an average person.
What if she took things to heart?
Mike walked over to Avery’s room, knocked lightly on the door, then pushed it open.
The room was shrouded in pitch darkness.
As the light from the hallway shone in, he could see Avery lying on her side on the bed, as I already asleep.
She did not usually go to bed this early.
However, even if she was pretending to be asleep, Mike did not want to bother her.
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