The Three Little Guardian Angels novel Chapter 8

“Mommy told us we can only tell anyone who asks her name that mommy is Her Royal Highness.” Daisie giggled. 

Nova could not help but burst into laughter, but she quickly held it back.

‘Haha, aren’t these two pumpkins way too adorable? What kind of mother has been teaching them all this while?’

Nolan’s gaze moved away, and he glanced at Waylon, who looked exactly like him.

If it weren’t for the fact that Willow was the only person who had slept with him in the past, he would have to wonder if he was the father of these two children.

Daisie glanced at her watch and said, “Mr. Handsum, we have to go home now. Otherwise, Her Royal Highness will start to worry.”

Nolan put her down, turned around, and said to Quincy, “Send these two children back.”

Quincy was stunned for a short moment and then nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Goodbye, Mr. Handsum!” Daisie waved at Nolan, held her brother’s hand, and left the studio with Quincy.

The moment she went out, she showed Waylon a strand of hair triumphantly.

Daisie pulled the hem of Quincy’s clothes as they walked out of the entrance of the building. “Sir, our mommy is sick, and she’s in the hospital. Can you drive us to the hospital?”

Quincy was stupefied. He exclaimed inwardly that these two children were really quite thoughtful. “Okay, get in the car.”

At Seaview Villa…

Maisie returned home but only saw Colton practicing the piano alone. She looked around. “Where are Daisie and Waylon?”

Colton answered, “Waylon and Daisie have gone outside to apply to be child models. Godmother is with them.”

Maisie placed her bag on the sofa and was stunned as she heard the reply. “Applying to be child models?”

“Yeah, they claimed that you’re working too hard to make money, and they want to share the burden.”

Maisie walked to his side and rubbed his little head. Colton was extremely disgusted and complained, “Mommy, don’t mess up my hair.”

“Oh, is our young musical genius angry about it?”

“Hmph!” Colton puffed up his cheeks.

“Colton, you three don’t have to share the burden with me. Mommy can still raise and support all three of you.” Seeing that her children were all so sensible, Maisie felt rather guilty.

“No, Mommy. You’ve worked hard enough, and we can’t just ignore that. By the way, Mommy, I’ve been enrolled at the Royal Academy of Music of Zlokova. You don’t have to worry about the tuition. I have the money.

“And wait until I get a scholarship. You can then send Waylon and Daisie to international schools to study. Mommy, you should only work on whatever you want to do.”

Maisie was so moved that she burst into tears. “My little Beethoven is so amazing. He even knows how to earn tuition for his brother and sister now.”