Chapter 600

Chapter 600“That's all we can do.” Joyce shrugged.
After that, she left to work on her tasks.
Natalie continued watching the fashion show, and after she finished with it, she closed the website and
started sketching and creating the design drafts on her sketchpad.
When it was time to clock out, she received a text message from Shane which read: I have another
meeting later. Silas will pick you and the children up.
In response, Natalie typed: Alright. You get back to work now and come home earlier.
Shane acknowledged with a brief 'okay' and nothing else.
Natalie let out a sigh and put her phone back in her bag.
Out of the blue, someone knocked on the door.
Natalie squeezed her fingers, and as she exercised them, she answered, “Please come in.”
The office door was pushed open and in came Silas. “Madam.”
“Mr. Campbell.” Natalie raised an eyebrow in amazement.
She didn't expect that he would be there so soon.
“Mr. Shane asked me to send you back to the villa,” Silas added as he pushed his glasses up.
Natalie left her seat. “I know. He told me. Let's go then.”
“Yes, Madam,” Silas answered. He then drove heading to the kindergarten to pick up the children.When they reached the villa, it was already seven o'clock, and dinner was readily served by Mrs.
Wilson.
At the table, Mrs. Wilson turned to Natalie several times, looking like she had something to say but
reverted to silence eventually.
Even Natalie felt uneasy under her gaze, so she put down her fork and asked, “Mrs. Wilson, why are
you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?”
Upon listening to that, the two children turned to look at Natalie's face in unison.
“There's nothing on it. Mommy looks fantastic.” Sharon put her palms together under her chin which
produced a blossoming gesture.
Natalie was amused by her adorable posture, and she reached out, patting her head affectionately.
Connor was very clever. He squinted exactly like how Shane would and asked, “Mrs. Wilson, do you
have something to tell Mommy?”
Mrs. Wilson nodded.
Natalie smiled and replied, “Mrs. Wilson, just say it. I'm all ears.”
“Actually, Mr. Shane called home today and asked me to clean up a room for Jacqueline,” Mrs. Wilson
said tentatively as she observed Natalie's expression.
Natalie understood her words in an instant. Mrs. Wilson is worried that I'll be angry.
Taking a spoonful of the soup nonchalantly, Natalie answered, “Ah, I see.”
Seeing Natalie's reaction to that, Mrs. Wilson couldn't help but be taken aback. “Madam, won't you—”Anticipating what she was going to say, Natalie put down the spoon and answered with a rather
disconsolate expression, “What purpose would it serve even if I'm furious about it? Can I possibly stop
Jacqueline from coming over to stay?”
Mrs. Wilson was tongue-tied hearing that.
Connor moved his eyes around. “Mommy, did you just say that Ms. Graham is coming to stay with us?”
“No, I don't like Ms. Graham; I don't want her to stay with us.” Before Natalie could answer, Sharon
started throwing tantrum and slammed her spoon on the table.
Upon listening to thot, the two children turned to look ot Notolie's foce in unison.
“There's nothing on it. Mommy looks fontostic.” Shoron put her polms together under her chin which
produced o blossoming gesture.
Notolie wos omused by her odoroble posture, ond she reoched out, potting her heod offectionotely.
Connor wos very clever. He squinted exoctly like how Shone would ond osked, “Mrs. Wilson, do you
hove something to tell Mommy?”
Mrs. Wilson nodded.
Notolie smiled ond replied, “Mrs. Wilson, just soy it. I'm oll eors.”
“Actuolly, Mr. Shone colled home todoy ond osked me to cleon up o room for Jocqueline,” Mrs. Wilson
soid tentotively os she observed Notolie's expression.
Notolie understood her words in on instont. Mrs. Wilson is worried thot I'll be ongry.
Toking o spoonful of the soup noncholontly, Notolie onswered, “Ah, I see.”Seeing Notolie's reoction to thot, Mrs. Wilson couldn't help but be token obock. “Modom, won't you—”
Anticipoting whot she wos going to soy, Notolie put down the spoon ond onswered with o rother
disconsolote expression, “Whot purpose would it serve even if I'm furious obout it? Con I possibly stop
Jocqueline from coming over to stoy?”
Mrs. Wilson wos tongue-tied heoring thot.
Connor moved his eyes oround. “Mommy, did you just soy thot Ms. Grohom is coming to stoy with us?”
“No, I don't like Ms. Grohom; I don't wont her to stoy with us.” Before Notolie could onswer, Shoron
storted throwing tontrum ond slommed her spoon on the toble.
Natalie's expression darkened, and her voice turned extremely stern. “Sharon, pick it up!”
“No.” Sharon was so upset she looked like she would break into tears any second then. “Unless you
kick that Ms. Graham out and don't let her come here.”
Vexed, Natalie laid her palm to her forehead. “That's enough, Sharon. Stop messing with me. How can
Mommy kick her out? It's your Daddy who agreed to it.”
“Then I'll talk to Daddy,” as she said that, Sharon got up from the chair and was ready to give Shane a
call.
Connor stopped her and said, “Don't.”
“Why?” Sharon pouted in displeasure.
“Because we're in no position to do that. Do you understand?” Natalie turned to look at her.To Shane, Jacqueline was his childhood friend with ten to twenty years of friendship, while Natalie and
the children only knew him for not more than six months.
How could she ask him to refuse to let Jacqueline move in?
Nevertheless, Sharon wasn't clued about the complicated reasons behind it. Biting her lip, she pressed,
“Why not, Mommy? Aren't you Daddy's wife? Plus, Connor and I are Daddy's children; we're the people
who are closest to him. If we aren't in a position to do so, then who is?”
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Connor swing his calves as he said, “Sharon, that's different. Mommy is Daddy's wife; you're right
about that, but we aren't Daddy's biological children, so we're not in a position to make such a request
to Daddy. Do you understand?”