Chapter 138


    Truth be told, I was dumbstruck by the spectacle before me. Doubts began to stir in my heart. Why was


    every member of the Dawson doting Evan so much? Who on earth was his father?


    Every member of the Dawson n seemed to have a penchant for boys, but the infectious joy on


    Jerome''s face was beyond anything I''ve ever seen. It wasn''t the kind of smile you''d expect from an


    uncle, but he looked like a happy father.


    Jerome was a married man, his wife, Cami, an incredibly easy-going woman.


    However, I''d hardly ever seen this sister-inw of mine, let alone seen her in Jerome''spany. Even


    during holidays, she hardly visited the Dawson family home. And whenever she did, she''d help out in


    the kitchen without a word ofint.


    Jerome and Cami had a daughter, two years younger than my Monique. Being a girl, she hardly ever


    made an appearance at the Dawson family gatherings. I reckon it''s been about four or five years since


    Ist saw her.


    But this overflowing disy of fatherly affection from Jerome was new to me.


    Evan sat atop Jerome''s shoulders, a triumphant grin stered on his face. His little hands tightly


    gripped Jerome''s head. It was clear they were quite familiar with each other.


    I wanted to snap a few more photos, but by the time I regained my senses, it was toote. Jerome had


    already walked out of my sight, carrying the child on his shoulders.


    I quickly grabbed my bag and hurried down the stairs, leaving the café. However, Jerome and Evan


    were nowhere in sight.


    No matter, one photo was enough to make my point.


    Soon, Probert came running up to me, a look of excitement on his face. He proudly announced that he


    had scored A+ in all his end-term exams.


    I quickly showered him with praises and asked him what he wanted to eat. With a hesitant look in his


    eyes, he asked, "Mommy, can I have a hamburger?"


    "Absolutely!" A pang of guilt washed over me. I had been neglecting my child. I was certain he''d never


    tasted a hamburger in the Dawson household.


    I took him to McDonald''s. We ate there and packed some to take home. Even Helga, our nanny, asked,


    "Ma''am, why did you bring back so much?"


    "Helga, Probert scored A+ in all his subjects this term. We all need to celebrate his sess! From now


    on, whenever Probert scores A+, we''ll celebrate. We won''t cook and he gets to order whatever he


    wants!" I said, winking at Helga.


    Helga immediately understood and showered Probert with praises. She even said, "Probert, you''re


    amazing. I can''t wait to bask in your sess when you grow up! You''re truly wonderful!"


    A look of pride that I''d never seen before spread across Probert''s cute face. He grinned confidently and


    said, "Next time, I want steak!"


    "Sure! We have to n ahead for that!" Helga''s face lit up with anticipation. Probert''s grin widened.


    I quickly invited Helga to join us for the meal. Our dinner has be ate-night snack!


    Helga chuckled and said, "I''d rather have a proper meal. This is kid''s food."


    I pulled her back, "Helga, let''s be kids for a day. Let''s indulge ourselves this once. I brought back a


    family meal. If we don''t finish it, it won''t taste goodter."


    Only then did Helga sit down to eat with us. Helga wasn''t much of a talker, but she was observant. She


    had quickly caught on to our family''s situation and was being extra kind to me.


    Suddenly, my phone buzzed. It was a message on WhatsApp.


    I grabbed a tissue and cleaned my hands before checking my phone. It was a message from ra.


    She had some news that I was unaware of. Jan had gone to the business meeting with Caleb and


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    Jesper. Marissa had gone with them.


    I raised my eyebrows, feeling a bit choked up. How bold! They were tantly unting their


    rtionship. They should brace themselves for my wrath.


    I pondered for a moment before replying, "Pass this message on to your sister!"


    ra immediately sent me a mischievous emoji. Then she went silent.


    I was intentionally testing ra to see how she would react before entrusting her with a mission.


    After tucking the kids into bed, I fell onto mine, exhausted. As soon as I picked up my phone, I saw a


    video sent by ra.


    The angle wasn''t very good. It was obviously a sneakily recorded video.


    ra was on the living room couch, her feet propped up, teasing Zora in a rather infuriating tone, "Hey,


    sis, isn''t it time to cook? I''m starving. How about some roast chicken with green beans today? Make


    sure it''s not too greasy. A sd would be nice too, with some dressing on the side!"