That Night My Boss Left Me With Our Three Babies

Sophia ran unusually, waving silently to the beautiful lady and the little boys at the door.

Observing the little girl completely engrossed in her joy, oblivious to her surroundings, Olivia hastened her pace and swiftly reached out to grasp the child. She then glanced at the man leisurely approaching them from a short distance, a sense of helplessness washing over her.

Held in the embrace of the beautiful lady, Sophia wore a radiant smile on her face. As she finally settled down, she affectionately hugged the lady’s leg.

The two little boys didn’t feel jealous; they greeted Sophia with warm smiles.

Seeing Victor approaching and standing close by, Ethan bravely tugged at the hem of Victor’s suit. Victor, puzzled, lowered his head.

“Good morning, Mr. Leer!” Ethan greeted innocently, his smile bright and genuine.

Observing the situation, Victor raised an eyebrow, surprise flickering in his eyes before softening into a gentle expression. “Well, good morning to you too.”

Receiving a response from his dad, Ethan smiled even brighter than before.

Sebastian pursed his lips and nodded at the man, mimicking an adult gesture.

Victor nodded in return.

Seeing the familiar interaction between the two families, the teacher couldn’t help but say to Olivia, “Miss Prescott, it seems you have a special bond with Sophia. It’s quite rare. I’ve been teaching her for a long time, but she has never shown such attachment to anyone else.”

Olivia stole a glance at Sophia, who was still tightly holding onto her leg, and responded with a wordless smile.

For a while, Sophia didn’t want to leave Olivia’s side, and since they arrived early, there were still many other children who hadn’t arrived yet.

Olivia stood at the door with the little boys and chatted with the teacher.

Because Victor had called the principal last night and explained that the previous incident of the children almost being expelled should be disregarded, the teacher didn’t mention it at all until they left. Olivia was none the wiser.

Watching the three kids holding hands and entering the kindergarten, Olivia turned around to leave but unexpectedly met Victor’s inexplicable gaze, causing her heart to tighten involuntarily.

Victor had been standing silently behind her all this time, and Olivia had forgotten about him while chatting with the teacher for so long.

“Mr. Leer, if there’s nothing else, I’ll go to work first,” she said, not waiting for Victor’s response, lowering her gaze and walking away quickly.

As Olivia walked away, Victor’s eyes darkened.

The manner in which this woman interacted with the three children and engaged in conversation with the teacher left him feeling somewhat bewildered, as if they were a family…

Only when Olivia’s car passed by him did Victor regain his composure and walked towards the Bentley parked by the side of the road.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

After leaving the kindergarten, Olivia went straight to the research institute.

The provision of medicinal herbs from the Whitaker family brought a much-needed boost to the research projects, breathing new life into previously stagnant endeavors and restoring them to their intended course.

She spent a busy morning at the institute, and at noon, Olivia received a call from Isaac.

“Dr. Prescott, when will you come over this afternoon? I’m waiting for you at home.”

Olivia suddenly remembered that she had to go and treat Old Whitaker in the afternoon.

She had been so busy in the morning that if it weren’t for Isaac’s call, she might have forgotten such an important matter…

Regaining her focus, Olivia glanced at the remaining work and mentioned a specific time before leaving the institute earlier than usual.

She arrived at the Whitaker mansion earlier than expected.

The butler of the Whitaker family already recognized her. Knowing that Old Whitaker’s condition had improved under her treatment, his attitude towards her had changed. He treated her as an honored guest and respectfully welcomed her inside.

The moment Olivia entered, her brows furrowed upon laying eyes on a person seated on the couch.

“We meet again, Miss Prescott,” Emma calmly remarked, reclining leisurely on the sofa, a slight curl at the corner of her lips, but her eyes brimming with coldness.