Chapter 82

Nolan’s eyes were drooping.

‘So this is why these two kids go out there to work with an entertainment company?’

Seeing that Waylon was going to make another one, Nolan raised his hand and rubbed his head. “It’s
okay. Leave the rest to Daddy.”

Waylon looked at him suspiciously. “Daddy, do you know how to cook?”

The dignified heir of the Goldmanns, the famous Mr. Goldmann of Bassburgh, there should not be a lot
of chance for him to be exposed to such skills.

“Of course.” Nolan put on an apron and entered the kitchen. Daisie and Waylon stared at his figure,
and both of them were looking forward to the meal as a hint of expectation was flashing across their
eyes.

Colton smelled the fragrance and ran downstairs in his doll slippers. “Waylon, are you making
breakfast?”

Seeing his siblings sitting and waiting at the dining table, he looked toward the kitchen, and his eyes
widened.

‘It turns out Daddy was the one who’s making breakfast today!

Nolan brought the breakfast to the table, and the three rugrats exclaimed, “Wow!”

Colton blinked as he looked at Nolan. “Daddy, you can actually cook!”

Nolan smiled. “Isn’t it a simple thing to do?”



“It’s delicious! Daddy’s cooking is delicious!” Daisie could not wait and had already started digging in.
She then nodded happily after trying her father’s breakfast.

Nolan looked at his watch. ‘Quincy should be here at any minute.’

Sure enough, the doorbell rang, and Nolan got up to open the door.

Quincy had brought along two bags of clothes and handed them to him. He did not expect Nolan to be
able to stay here last night.

‘The progression is fast!

After seeing the three rugrats in the house, he was frozen in place. “Mr. Goldmann, I… Am I seeing
things?”

He rubbed his eyes. “Why am I looking at two Waylons!?”

“They’re triplets,” Nolan answered indifferently.

Quincy was shocked. ‘She didn’t just give birth to two in one go, but three!? D*mn, that’s quite

an achievement!



Thinking of something, Quincy said, “By the way, Mr. Goldmann Si. asked you to find a time t o bring
these two children back to see him. You should know that Mr. Goldmann Sr. has been thinking about
them ever since he saw them. Now that there are three, you should bring all three of them back. Mr.
Goldmann Sr. will definitely be delighted.”

“Are you talking to him again?” Nolan glared at him.



Quincy slapped his mouth lightly and responded aggrievedly, “Mr. Goldmann Sr. called and asked me
about the situation of the two children. I.. I might’ve told him a thing or two.”

“Okay, there’s nothing else that requires your attention here,” Nolan said while shutting the door.

Quincy stood on the other side of the door with a perplexed expression.

‘So, does Mr. Goldmann plan to stay at someone else’s house for the rest of his life?’

“Zee, didn’t you sleep well-last night?” Looking at the drowsiness that appeared on Maisie’s face from
time to time, Kennedy brought her a cup of coffee. “You should treat yourself to a cup of coffee and
freshen yourself up.”

“Thank you, Uncle Kennedy.” Maisie smiled as she took a sip of hot coffee

*D*mn it. If I hadn’t been watching the man all night to prevent him from doing anything to m e last
night, I would’ve had a good night’s sleep. This is all thanks to the three rascals back home!

‘I wonder if Nolan has left.’

Her brows creased as she thought about that, but while she was thinking so, there were some
commotions outside.

She raised her head and saw her father charging into the room with a gloomy expression regardless of
the staff member’s attempts to stop him.

Stephen then said solemnly, “You really are here.” After Stephen saw Kennedy, his expression turned
even sullener.

“Mr. Vanderbilt, if you’re here to persuade me to return to Vaenna, then my answer is still the same. I
won’t go back.” Maisie put down the coffee mug in her hand.



What other intention could her father have besides this?

‘It seems that Leila’s and her daughter are still unwilling to give up?’

However, Stephen pointed at her. “I’ll ask you just this once, do you have a child with Mr. Goldmann?”


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