Shane’s mouth twisted into a smile. “Sit tight. We’re leaving now.”
“Okay.” Natalie nodded happily.
She felt bad leaving her drunk mother alone in her apartment, so Shane took Yulia back to the villa. He even asked Martha to tidy up the guest room beforehand.
“Mommy, what’s wrong with Grandma?” Sharon asked while she hugged Shane around the neck.
Natalie ruffled her hair and replied, “Grandma is drunk.”
“I see.” Sharon nodded in acknowledgment. Then she tapped Shane on the shoulder. “Daddy, put me down.”
He immediately hunched over and did as told.
As soon as she set foot on the ground, Sharon dashed upstairs. “Mommy, I’m going to see Grandma. I’ll play with Connor later.”
“Aright, but don’t run. You might fall.”
“Okay.” The little girl didn’t bother to give her mother a backward glance.
“Silly girl.”
“Let her be.” Shane slid his hand around Natalie’s waist and guided her to the couch. “You know what? Connor did really well in school.” He changed the subject.
“Really?” Her eyes lit up.
He raised his chin like a proud peacock. “His teacher spoke with me the other day. She wants us to consider letting him skip some grades.”
“Skip grades?” There was surprise and worry in Natalie’s voice. “Connor is in middle school now. If we take his teacher’s recommendation, do you think he can cope with the high school curriculum?”
As they sat down on the couch, Shane kept his arms around her. “Of course. I’ve already asked Connor. He’s totally fine with it, so don’t worry.”
“I see. Okay, I’ll leave it to you.” She nodded and glanced up the stairs where Connor was having his gifted program.
As they were engaged in their conversation, Martha came down the stairs and said, “Sir, madam. I’ve settled Ms. Lawrence in.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Wilson,” Natalie thanked her with a smile.
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