Charles looked at Jessie nervously.

"Director Nancy is... Is she there?" Not knowing what he meant, Jessie had a hard time responding to them.

And seeing Charles' troubled eyes made her more confused. What was she supposed to say?

"Director Jessie, you must have been too busy to see her. But Director Nancy has an operation, and she's still in the operating room. Nadia is looking for her Mommy, so we wanted to ask you if Director's operation will end soon. Otherwise, Mr. Fu and Nadia will have to go home first. Children will be bored if they wait too long. Besides, Nadia is sick. She needs to rest." As she spoke, Erin kept winking at Jessie.

It was only then that Jessie realized what Erin was trying to say. "Ah! Oh, yes, Director Nancy has an operation, but it seems like it isn't over yet. I'm afraid it may take some time. So, Nadia, don't wait for Mommy here any longer. Don't worry. When she gets off work this afternoon, I'll tell her to go home early to accompany you, okay?"

"Really? Aunt?" There were tears already threatening to fall in the corners of Nadia’s eyes.

"Hmm. How could Auntie lie to a child?’ To make it more convincing, Jessie kept a serious expression on her face.

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quences.

It was not the first time that Nadia ate a lot of food, but it was the first time that she vomited like this. Bobby felt uncomfortable seeing Nadia in pain.

Therefore, he couldn’t be happy the whole day. Even when Ruby talked to him, his mood didn’t change.

Even if he only did it because Nadia told on him, he went too far this time.

As soon as they returned home, the first thing Bobby wanted to do was to go back to his room.

But Charles had already guessed what he was thinking, so he stopped him. "Bobby, come here. I have something to ask you."

"What is it, Daddy?" Unexpectedly, Bobby came over obediently and sat down on the sofa.

"What did you do this morning?" Charles asked.

"I..." His apologetic eyes turned to Nadia. "I just wanted Nadia to eat more. She is a foodie."

It was rare for Bobby to speak without confidence, but now, he spoke in a very low voice.

It was so low that Charles had to listen carefully to understand it.

"No matter how much she can eat, she is still a child like you. How big is her stomach? Bobby, I hope you can say sorry to Nadia." Anyone who could see Charles’ gloomy face right now would definitely tremble in fear, just like Bobby.