After ending the call, both Abigail and Langston turned their gaze toward Dorothy.

"Mommy, is Daddy coming over soon?"

"Yes, he is."

Dorothy reached out to gently touch her daughter's hair.

Langston, standing aside, made a face. "Mommy, do you hate Daddy? Why were you so harsh on the phone with him?"

He was almost scared by her tone.

"Yes, I hate him."

Dorothy sighed deeply. "Let's head home."

When Everett arrived, Dorothy was busy in the kitchen preparing dinner.

She finished making dishes for Abigail and Langston before starting on her own.

Noticing his figure, Dorothy paused for a moment, then spoke up, "Wait in the dining room."

Everett half expected her to start questioning him the moment he walked in.

But now, she was actually asking him to wait for dinner... Was this... an invitation to stay for the meal?

"I'll help you."

approached, extending a hand to assist

"I told you to sit down. If you don't want

handsome face froze for a moment. Seeing her seriousness, he didn't dare to say more. Even as a CEO, he felt like a scolded child at this moment, nodding and quietly retreating from the kitchen. Outside, Abigail and

to ask Langston, "What's up

shook his head, "I don't know. She's been like this since she picked us up

Did she say anything

Langston could reply,

she

lips twitched slightly, his brows furrowing

said to her? At this point, Quincy should have given

couldn't be sure, nor did he know

knew was that Dorothy was acting

him, she wouldn't want to see him at all, let alone

maybe you shouldn't make Mommy angry! She's

of

help,

I've got

up

they weren't Abigail and Langston's

eyeing the table full of food, felt a

"Sort of."

and a

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