That Night My Boss Left Me With Our Three Babies

Olivia swiftly returned, carrying a medical kit to tend to Sophia’s injuries with utmost care.

Throughout the process, Sophia remained well-behaved, only flinching slightly when the pain was too intense. Nevertheless, she quickly extended her hand again, showcasing her unwavering trust in Olivia.

Deeply moved by the little girl’s resilience, Olivia couldn’t help but be overwhelmed with emotions.

Once the medicine was applied, Olivia took a seat beside Sophia, seeking a moment of respite.

Sensing the situation, Sebastian, being considerate, gave up his seat and sat beside Victor, holding a bowl in his hands.

Olivia sought Sophia’s opinion, asking, “May I feed you, dear?”

Naturally, Sophia didn’t refuse and eagerly nodded, excited for Olivia to feed her.

With a warm smile, Olivia picked up Sophia’s bowl and began feeding her, spoonful by spoonful.

With a beautiful lady feeding her, Sophia’s appetite improved instantly. Fixated on Olivia’s face, Sophia opened her mouth wide, eagerly devouring the food offered to her.

Seeing how well-behaved Sophia was while eating, Olivia’s smile grew even brighter.

Victor sat across from them, quietly observing their interaction.

Olivia promptly wiped Sophia’s mouth clean whenever it got dirty, maintaining the perfect pace for feeding.

Sophia ate happily, enjoying the meal, relishing the meal and enjoying Olivia’s company.

For a moment, Victor’s gaze became complicated, revealing a myriad of emotions within.

Sebastian and Ethan also witnessed this scene, but they only thought that Sophia was well-behaved while eating and didn’t show any signs of jealousy.

Their attention shifted from the girl to Victor, their gazes meeting simultaneously.

In the next second, the two of them exchanged a doubtful glance, as if questioning what they had just witnessed.

If their perception wasn’t mistaken, it seemed Dad had been gazing at Mommy throughout the entire time!

Moreover, his gaze didn’t seem to hold any dislike; instead, it was a bit… affectionate.

Sebastian furrowed his brow, setting down his chopsticks and picking up a pair of communal chopsticks from the side. He playfully held a piece of food and innocently looked at Victor, asking, “Sir, why aren’t you eating? You should have some more!”Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Victor snapped out of his daze upon hearing Sebastian’s question and instinctively thanked the little boy, responding with a simple “Thank you.”

As Victor finished speaking and glanced at the food in his bowl, a subtle darkness clouded his gaze.

It was quite a coincidence that the little guy had picked a piece of celery to give him.

Glancing at the distance between the celery and the little guy, it seemed like it was intentionally chosen for him.

Sebastian finished his sentence, then buried his face in the bowl, sneakily watching the man beside him from the corner of his eye.

He remembered that when he and Ethan were investigating Dad before, they found out that Dad disliked celery the most.

Although he didn’t know why Dad had abandoned Mommy and was now looking at her with such eyes, since he had abandoned Mommy, he should accept punishment. This bit of celery was just a small gesture!

Victor held the chopsticks, looking at the little guy who was serving him food, with a hint of inexplicable provocation in his eyes.

Sebastian raised his eyebrows, and for some reason, it seemed like he perceived a challenge in the little guy’s eyes.

However, at that moment, Victor couldn’t figure out where this challenge was coming from, so he didn’t pay much attention to it.

“Sir, don’t you like celery?” Sebastian innocently looked at the man, his words carrying a hint of urgency.

Victor smirked, “No, I like it.”

After speaking, he calmly put the celery from the bowl into his mouth.

Unbeknownst to Sebastian, a trace of disgust flickered in Victor’s eyes as he consumed the celery, but he managed to swallow it without showing his true feelings.

Olivia noticed the disgust in Victor’s eyes when he ate the celery, but it was too late. That trace of disgust also fell into her eyes, and in a daze, she felt as if she had returned to six years ago.

“If you don’t want to eat, you don’t have to.” Olivia averted her gaze and lowered her eyes, concealing her inner turmoil.

The man’s voice was indifferent, “I don’t not want to eat.”

An array of emotions surged within Olivia’s eyes, yet she chose to remain silent, allowing the unspoken thoughts to hang heavily in the air.