Too Late To Love Me I Already Left With His Twins (Lydia and Dave) novel Chapter 221

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pical day.

I worked for another two hours straight without really noticing time passing.

At some point one of the other parents from the birthday party messaged me again.

How do you raise children that articulate?

Honestly?

I almost laughed.

Because the truth was not glamorous.

The twins were naturally brilliant already.

What I did was structure.

Routine.

Limited screen time.

Consistent sleep schedules.

Reading.

Conversations.

Creative activities.

No phones.

No unrestricted tablets.

No parenting through electronics,

Children become sharper when they actually engage with the world instead of permanently dissociating into screens.

Not that anybody liked hearing that part.

Most parents wanted miracle formulas.

Not discipline.

Eventually sometime close to midnight, I finally shut my laptop and went upstairs.

Exhaustion hit me immediately after.

The kind that sits inside your bones.

I fell asleep almost instantly.

Then my phone buzzed at 6 a.m.

I reached for it blindly, half conscious already expecting work chaos.

Instead I saw:

Madame Eloise.

dia, I need to see you this morning as soon as possible.

Wonderful.

I got out of bed immediately, rushing through my morning routine while mentally preparing myself for whatever

this conversation was about.

The twins were still sleepy when I kissed their foreheads goodbye before leaving.

“Be good,” I told them.

Eli squinted suspiciously at me from the dining chair.

“You only say that when you’re going somewhere stressful.”

Smart child.

Unfortunately.

“Eat your breakfast.”

“That means yes.

Ava sighed deeply into her cereal.

Mum, he thinks he’s Sherlock Holmes.

“He’s not,” I said calmly while grabbing my bag. “Sherlock Holmes was quieter.”

“Rude,” Eli muttered.

By the time I reached the office building, Madame Eloise was already there waiting inside my office like she owned the place.