Chapter 156
Chapter 156 This Didn’t Make Monica Happy at All
In Navelte, a city in Arunia, stood the castle estate-a meticulously crafted estate at a staggering cost of
776 million, belonging to none other than Mr. Edward.
Stanley and Monica were bestowed with the utmost VIP treatment as they settled into theirvish
amodation with the children.
The castle, nestled amidst picturesque mountains and serene waters, exuded an air of elegance and
enchantment.
Every detail of the castle was luxurious, boasting five opulent outdoor swimming pools, enchanting
landscapes, a state-of-the-art bowling alley, and even an indoor shooting range. A serene moat
gracefully traversed the estate, offering the opportunity for leisurely boat rides and adding to the
castle’s allure.
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“Mr. Fox, this entire wing is dedicated to bedrooms. Please feel free to choose from any of them.” The
butler, with his tinum blond hair and distinguished features, graciously introduced each area of their
amodation. “We have specially designed children’s rooms as well, each one adorned with unique
decorations to create a delightful and personalized experience.”
“I want to stay with Daddy!”
“I want to stay with Daddy too!”
Samuel and Pam clung to Stanley’s hand, bravely expressing their desires.
With their innocent voices and adorable charm, they captivated everyone’s attention.
Stanley strolled leisurely, holding the children’s hands with overflowing love. “Alright, we’ll sleep
together, and Daddy will tell you stories.
That’s great! I want to listen to the story of the Big Bad Wolf and the Little White Rabbit!”
“I want to listen to the story of the Moon Fairy!”
“Any story both of you want.” He agreed warmly, a smile lighting up his fanovelxo fast updatece.
Monica’s expression froze, a hint of annoyance crossing her face as the noise of the children’s
excitement. filled the air.
The butler and the entourage of servants trailing behind them exchanged hushed whispers, unable to
contain their admiration for the adorable siblings.
“I never expected Mr. Fox’s children to be so grown-up and beautiful.”
“Mr. Fox is really gentle when facing his children.
“Mr. Fox is a good father. His children must be very happy.”
“Being his woman must be even happier!”
As Monica overheard thements, a mix of embarrassment and irritation washed over her. Did they
have no regard for my presence?
The butler continued to trail behind them, his curiosity getting the better of him. “Mr. Fox, why didn’t you
bring your wife along? With such beautiful children, I can only imagine how stunning she must be.”
Samuel couldn’t resist chiming in. “My mommy is very busy, he dered proudly. “But she’s the most
beautiful woman in the world! She’s even more beautiful than a goddess!”
“My mommy looks especially beautiful when she smiles, and she has a great figure!” Pam proudly
said.
This made everyone even more curious about Mrs. Fox.
“Mr. Fox, in the future, please ensure to bring your wife along when visiting here,” the butler insisted.
“Of course, I will,” Stanley replied with a gentle smile.
Monica, with her grace and radiance, walked alongside Stanley, but it felt as though she was invisible
to everyone around her. Theypletely disregarded her presence, treating her like an unwee.
outsider.
All the attention is stolen by that absent woman!
As the vice president of a prestigiouspany, how could she find peace in her heart?
The anger within her was suffocating, leaving her feeling overwhelmed. With no respite in sight, she
picked a room at random and closed the door behind her, seeking solitude from the chaos that
surrounded her.
“Hmph!” She threw her bag onto the bed.
Despite the excellent natural lighting and the carefully designed features, she had no interest in looking
around. She was about to explode with anger. How could he bring the children on our romantic trip?
She hadn’t even been given the chance to persuade him otherwise. It wasn’t until they were aboard the
private jet, soaring over the vast Pacific, that the children woke up, calling out for their father, and she
realized what had happened.
Throughout the journey, she couldn’t shake off the difort that nagged at her like two flies.
She walked up to the liquor cab and took out a bottle of vodka and a tall ss. Skillfully pouring
herself a full ss, she tilted her head back and downed it in one gulp.
Her forehead slightly furrowed, the difort in her heart outweighing the unease in her stomach.
With the children around, she had no sense of anticipation for the uing itinerary.
In Riverdale, at Repulse Bay, a full moon hung from the treetops. In the bedroom with the Chloe
ckwood namete, Melinda had already gotten into bed with no lights on in the room.
Moonlight seeped through the window, illuminating the ceramic bowl on the coffee table, devoid of any
leftover food.
Shey on her back, the pain on her cheek still evident… gradually drifting into a dream…
The dream was distant… So distant that the scenes were old, yellowed even, with sunlight tinged
yellow and dust particles floating in the air.
“Melinda, this drink is for you. It’s your favorite strawberry vor!”
“Thank you!” At the age of five that year, she unsuspectingly took the drink with a straw and happily
took a few sips. “It tastes so good!”