Wanted: Billionaire's Wife And Their Genius Twin Babies novel Chapter 73

Ziggy waved goodbye at Nathan as his other hand was placed on the door handle.

"Since uncle has already decided to leave, be safe on the road, uncle."

Nathan halted, finally reacting. 'When did I say that I'm leaving? I did not say that!'

So he placed his foot forward in hopes of entering the apartment once more.

Rachel's voice called out, "Mr. Chapman, since you're leaving now, I shall tend to my business and wish you a safe journey."

As Nathan heard what Rachel had said, he slowly retracted his foot.

He then opened his mouth as if going to tell Rachel something.

However, in the next moment, the door closed with a thud.

Nathan smiled slightly and shook his head before he left.

Downstairs, Anne stood beside the stretch limousine, waiting with a ball of child-sized suit in her hands.

Approaching Anne, Nathan asked curiously, "What is this?"

Anne shook her head. "I don't know. It just fell from the sky and hit the car."

Nathan looked at the child-sized suit and squinted.

Looking up, his gaze eventually stopped at the lit unit with an open window.

He squinted again. "Interesting."

Anne cocked her head, not understanding. "President, are we to throw the suit away?"

Nathan shook his head. "No need for that. Just keep it."

Anne followed Nathan's gaze before she shook her head and kept the suit.

In the meantime, Rachel slowly unclasped the mask on Jodie's face, to which Jodie responded by clutching it tightly.

"Don't touch! He chose this mask himself!"

Rachel patted Jodie's hand patiently. "Alright, I won't touch it."

Following that, Ziggy carried a washbasin of warm water, set it down on the side, and squeezed the face towel before handing it to Rachel.

Rachel took the towel and smiled at Ziggy. "Baby, thank you."

Slowly, she washed Jodie's face before she exhaled deeply.

"Jodie, why are you doing this to yourself? His heart is not with you, what would devoting so much to him achieve? He can't see you, and he won't feel sorry for you."

Meanwhile, Ziggy kept glancing out occasionally as if he was mindful of something.

"Mommy, I'll be throwing the rubbish downstairs."

With that, he took a bag of garbage and quickly headed downstairs.

When he was at the bottom, he looked around, but could not find the suit he had lobbed out the window.

Ziggy cocked his head curiously. "How did it disappear?"

'Could it have been cleared by the cleaners?'

With that thought, he looked at the dumpster full of trash.

'If it weren't the cleaners, who took it?'

Slowly, Ziggy's squinted.