You Are My One and Only

Chapter 45

The way Sylvie looked with her arms akimbo amused Patricia, and she thought her daughter seemed absolutely adorable.

With that, she caressed the little girl’s cheek with a smile. “I couldn’t come home because my car broke down, so I crashed at a friend’s.”

Patricia had already explained it clearly on the phone earlier, so her boys questioned her no more. However, this little one was growing increasingly domineering—no doubt her future husband would have things tough.

“Were you with a guy or a girl?” Sylvie frowned upsettingly.

She had taken to heart what her brothers reminded her; it was unacceptable for girls to stay out with boys, so she demanded the same from her mother.

“A lady,” Patricia said after some thought. “She’s a very pretty elder. How about that?” Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Sylvie pondered for a moment after hearing so. “Oh, alright. Don’t ever stay out again, okay?”

At that, Patricia knew she was safe from further questioning. Though she might have twisted the truth a little, Elizabeth had indeed been there.

After returning to her room, she took a shower and changed into loungewear. How madly uncomfortable it had been when she hadn’t showered the night before. At last, she felt much more refreshed.

Later, she checked her mailbox from her phone to see if she had received any replies telling her to go for an interview.

Alas, only one replied out of the plethora of resumes she sent. The discovery got her a little dejected. Worst of all, it was from a veterinary clinic.

I don’t have much experience in this field, though. I should just leave it for now and see if I’ll receive any more emails by the end of next week.

At this moment, little Sylvie came into her room and leaned against her. “Tricia, I want to visit Barbie World!”

Her big, round eyes were filled with nothing but expectation. As broke as they were lately, she didn’t want to disappoint her baby girl. Besides, they had gotten annual passes sometime in the past, so they could still go whenever Sylvie wanted this year.

“Sure!” Patricia caressed her chubby little cheeks and grabbed a shirt from her closet. “I’ll go down as soon as I get changed. Go and tell your brothers.”

“Okay!”

With that, Sylvie chirped while trotting away, “Scott, Stellan, we’re going out to play. Get ready.”

Patricia couldn’t help smiling upon hearing the little girl’s chirpy voice.

That was just how kids were—the simplest things could already make them happy. She hoped that her babies would grow up without worry.

Patricia then took the kids to Springsfield Mall, a shopping mall she often hung out in when she was still the eldest young lady of the Aniston Family. This time, Josephine didn’t tag along.

“Who lent you this car?” Scott asked gravely inside the car.

It was high time his mother swapped that janky car for something else. That pile of metal was a hazard, and even more so with his mother’s poor driving skills.

Patricia shifted her eyes away thoughtfully, not daring to tell the truth. “It’s the pretty elderly lady whom I told you about.”

Sylvie nodded in response and said, “Wow, she’s really nice to you. You should invite her to our home for a meal!”

In Sylvie’s notion, friends should meet up often, and she should treat them to a meal or something because she absolutely loved this car. It was gorgeous!

“Sure thing!” answered Patricia.

After arriving at Springsfield Mall, the four took the elevator to the indoor playground on the third floor, where Patricia promptly left them there. After instructing Scott and Stellan to keep an eye on Sylvie, she headed to the pawn shop upstairs, wanting to see how much she could get for pawning the ring.

If she could get half a million for it, then she wouldn’t need to borrow from Gus’ relative.

On the other hand, Adeline and Elizabeth had just arrived as well. While they were riding the escalator, Elizabeth spotted the indoor playground and couldn’t take her eyes away from it.

She had reached an age where she adored children and even more so wished to hold her grandchild in her arms. However, nothing fruitful came out of Isaac’s marital affairs, so she could only continue to dream.

Then, something caught her attention, and her eyes lit up. Are those boys twins? Why do they look so much like Isaac when he was a child?!

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