Chapter 83


    Pierre instantly stopped right there because he totally did not expect to see Meredith.


    When Helen saw Pierre, she stood up and walked with him to the door.


    “I noticed that Jamie’s fever is getting so bad that he’s starting to spout gibberish. Without his dad or


    mom here, he looks so pitiful. That’s why I called Miss Yard over. She happened to have wrapped


    up a shooting session and came over immediately.” Helen quickly exined Meredith’s presence to


    him.


    “Okay.”


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    Helen and Pierre normally had nothing much to say to each other, and the two were even more


    awkward now.


    “You should go home and rest. He will be fine.”


    “Sure. Now that both of you are here, I finally feel relieved. Call me if there’s anything. I have


    ordered the servants to clear up a room for Miss Yard.”


    “Alright,” Pierre replied and went into the room to check on Jameson.


    He had no good reason to leave the ce after seeing Meredith there. After all, they had a shared


    responsibility for the children. On top of that, he owned this house.


    When Meredith saw him walking over, she whispered to him softly, “His fever has gone down.”


    “That’s good.” Then, he took a seat on a chair beside them.


    There was an awkward air between the two, who had never been alone with each other like this in


    the past four years.


    With her head hung low, she asionally patted Jameson to soothe him. Then, she looked up at


    Pierre with a light smile. “You must be busy during the day. Do take a rest. Leave everything else to


    me.”


    She was ying the caring and gentle wife, who volunteered to care for the children because she


    felt sorry for her husband.


    “You’ve been busy for the entire day too. Just let the servants care for Jamie.” After saying that,


    Pierre stood up.


    “I think it’s best if I take care of him. Come to think of it; we rarely take care of the kids.” Her voice


    sounded choked as though she was on the verge of crying.


    Even so, Pierre did not feel concerned or bothered, and he quietly walked out of the room.


    The next morning, Joaquin was woken up by sounds of movements in his room. He sat up


    grudgingly while rubbing his eyes, only to notice that the servant was holding a box. rmed, he


    yelled, “Who gave you the permission to touch my stuff?”


    Shocked by the yell, the servant dropped the box onto the floor, spilling its contents around.


    Then, she looked at the floor and realized that the item in the box was a slice of cake, much to her


    relief. She initially thought that she had destroyed one of Joaquin’s precious collectibles.


    Knowing Joaquin’s temper, she reckoned that she’d be in trouble if anything important was broken.


    “Young Master Jojo, if you’re hungry, just let me know. You don’t have to store the cake away


    because it will turn bad. You will fall sick from eating that.”


    While she spoke, she picked up the cake from the floor, threw them into the trash can and cleaned


    up the fallen bits and pieces across the floor.


    Still furious, Joaquin yelled at her, “In the future, you’re not to touch my stuff without my permission!”


    The servant froze, but she immediately nodded after pulling herself together. “Understood, Young


    Master Jojo. I’ll listen to you.”


    It’s just a slice of cake! she grumbled silently. Later, sheforted herself by thinking, Perhaps he


    feels embarrassed because his odd habit of hiding cakes is now exposed. Then, she left his room


    carrying the trash can without giving much thought to his outburst.


    After she left, Joaquin let out a long sigh in his room. That wasn’t an average slice of cake!


    Later, he hopped down the bed and put on his clothes without the help of the servants. The second


    he stepped out of his room, he ran into Pierre, who was all dressed up and ready to leave.


    He was surprised to see his father at home. Last night, he was too tired, so he fell asleep before he


    could see his father, who came homete.


    Upon checking on Jameson, Pierre confirmed that the boy had recovered from his fever and was


    fast asleep. Now that he was left with nothing to do, he nned to head back to the office.


    “Are you leaving now?” Joaquin asked him abruptly without bothering to address him as his father


    at all.