That Night My Boss Left Me With Our Three Babies

While Olivia devoted her full attention to taking care of Sophia, her phone rang from inside her bag, causing her momentary concern about waking up the little girl.

Instinctively, Olivia swiftly covered Sophia’s ears, intending to reach for her bag. However, to her surprise, she noticed Victor already rising from his seat and extending the phone towards her.

“Thank you,” Olivia whispered and glanced at the caller ID, feeling a bit annoyed.

So consumed with her attention on the little girl in her arms, Olivia had completely forgotten about the presence of the other two individuals waiting for her back home.

“Mommy!” The voices of the two little boys came through as soon as she answered the call. “When are you coming back?”

Lowering her voice, Olivia replied, “I got delayed with something tonight, so I might come back very late. Have you eaten?”

The voices of the two little boys sounded concerned. “We already ate. What about you, Mommy? Don’t just focus on work, take care of yourself too!”

Upon hearing their words, Olivia felt touched and smiled. “I know, I’ve eaten too. Don’t wait for me, go to bed early.”

“We know, Mommy. Come back early and don’t overwork yourself!” The two little boys sweetly promised.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Olivia exchanged a few caring words with them before ending the call, a smile lingering on her face.

Victor, having faintly heard the voices of the two little boys on the other end of the phone, momentarily set aside his work and glanced at Olivia. He initially planned to inquire if she needed to return and attend to the two children, but upon seeing her tender expression, he decided to change the subject in his conversation.

“When you’re busy, what do they do? Are they alone at home or do you have someone to take care of them?”

Olivia nodded. “My friend helps take care of them, and Emily is here now.”

Victor inquired further, “What about when you were abroad?”

Olivia didn’t know why he was so insistent on this question, but she still answered subconsciously, “I find someone to help or take them with me to my workplace. My colleagues really like them.”

As her words fell, a moment of silence engulfed the living room.

Lowering her gaze, Olivia maintained her focus on the well-being of the little girl, attentively monitoring her condition.

“They are at an age where taking care of them is convenient. It wasn’t as simple when they were younger,” Victor suddenly spoke, his gaze heavy as it landed on her, seemingly asking casually, “How old are they now? They seem to be almost the same height as Sophia, so their ages should be similar.”

Upon hearing this question, Olivia’s heart tightened.

Every time Victor spent time with the two little boys, she worried that he might discover something, prompting her to repeatedly caution and instruct them, emphasizing the need for discretion and secrecy.

But she hadn’t expected him to ask this question directly.

After a moment of composed contemplation, Olivia calmly replied, “Indeed, at the age of four, it is normal for boys to experience a slightly faster growth rate compared to girls.”

This was the answer she had previously discussed with Sebastian and Ethan to avoid Victor making any connections between the ages of the two little boys and that night six years ago.

After speaking, she anxiously awaited Victor’s response.

After a pause, she finally heard Victor utter a deep “Hmm.”

Seeing that he didn’t pursue the matter further, Olivia breathed a sigh of relief.

Victor averted his gaze and returned to the work emails on his phone, but his attention was somewhat scattered.

The two little boys were four years old, just one year younger than Sophia.

In other words, it appeared that this woman had been involved with another man and gave birth to the two little boys shortly after delivering Sophia.

As the realization sank in, Victor’s face slightly darkened, and he felt a sense of unease.

Just as their thoughts diverged, Sophia in Olivia’s arms suddenly stirred.

Olivia immediately lowered her gaze to look at her.

All Olivia witnessed was the delicate furrowing of the little girl’s brows, which was soon accompanied by pitiful sobs. Her small face crumpled up, reflecting her distress and sadness.