Baby Alliance: Helping Daddy Get A Rich Mommy

Pierre instantly stopped right there because he totally did not expect to see Meredith. When Helen saw Pierre, she stood up and walked with him to the door.

“I noticed that Jamie’s fever is getting so bad that he’s starting to spout gibberish. Without his dad or mom here, he looks so pitiful. That’s why I called Miss Yard over. She happened to have wrapped up a shooting session and came over immediately.” Helen quickly explained Meredith’s presence to him.

“Okay.” Helen and Pierre normally had nothing much to say to each other, and the two were even more awkward now. “You should go home and rest. He will be fine.”

“Sure. Now that both of you are here, I finally feel relieved. Call me if there’s anything. I have ordered the servants to clear up a room for Miss Yard.”

“Alright,” Pierre replied and went into the room to check on Jameson. He had no good reason to leave the place after seeing Meredith there. After all, they had a shared responsibility for the children. On top of that, he owned this house.

When Meredith saw him walking over, she whispered to him softly, “His fever has gone down.”

“That’s good.” Then, he took a seat on a chair beside them. There was an awkward air between the two, who had never been alone with each other like this in the past four years.

patted Jameson to soothe him. Then, she looked up at Pierre with a light smile. “You must be busy during the

who volunteered to care for the children

for the entire day too. Just let the servants care

take care of him. Come to think of it; we rarely take care of the kids.” Her voice sounded choked as though she was

or bothered, and he quietly walked out of

room. He sat up grudgingly while rubbing his eyes, only to notice that the servant was holding a box. Alarmed, he yelled, “Who gave

the yell, the servant dropped the box onto

box was a slice of cake, much

temper, she reckoned that she’d be in

store the cake away because it will turn bad. You will

threw them into the trash can and cleaned up the fallen bits and pieces

at her, “In the future, you’re not to touch my stuff