Chapter 291
“What kind of crappy company are you working for? It’s the weekend, and they’re still having you burn the midnight oil! Tell me the name of your company, I’m going to give your boss a piece of my mind!” Evelyn’s words were dripping with concern and worry for Thala**a.
All Evelyn knew was Thala**a left the Sinclair group and was headhunted by another company for a role as a secretary with a fat paycheck.
She didn’t know Thala**a had been transferred back to the Sinclair group.
Aware of this, Thala**a quickly responded, “Mom, that’s just how it rolls when you’re making money. If you’re paid more, you have to work more. It’s a fair trade-off.” Hearing this, Evelyn got the picture, and her tone changed, “Yeah, that’s true. It would be so nice if you could find a good husband to help out with the bills. When are you coming back? It’s Saturday today, the kids miss you.”
“Mommy, I want to go get something yummy with you.” Elowen’s childish voice, filled with anticipation, came from the other end of the phone.
“I want to go to the mall with Mommy,” Sophia chirped.
“Mommy, what’s overtime? I don’t like that mean boss for not letting you come home.” Dorian piped up energetically.
“Mommy, have you finished your work? Can we come pick you up?” Atticus asked thoughtfully.
Across the phone screen, Thala**a felt a warmth. Loved and needed by her four children, she felt a deep sense of happiness radiating through her.
“I’ll be back soon, play with grandma for a bit and wait for me, okay?” Thala**a said gently.
“Okay!” The four little ones chorused.
“Babies, I love you.”
“We love you too, mommy!” The four kids responded in unison, their adorable voices almost melting Thala**a’s heart.
“Bye, my darlings.” She said with a chuckle and hung up.
Suddenly, the door behind her was kicked open.
The noise was deafening.
Thala**a jumped, dropping her phone in surprise.
Turning around, she saw Lysander stride in. His presence was intimidating, his gaze icy. His face was dark.
Seeing him, Thala**a’s heart fluttered.
“Who were you calling darling!” Lysander stormed over to her, grabbed her chin, and tilted her face upwards.
His eyes were cold and furious. He gritted his teeth, seething, “I asked you, who were you calling darling? Speak!”
Just last night, he warned her to remember who her man was.
She agreed readily enough, but now she was on the phone with another man, calling him darling!
Was she really like his mother, Belinda?
Thinking of his mother and his deceased father, Lysander’s anger flared. His grip tightened.
Thala**a felt like her jaw was about to break from his grip. Tears welled up in her eyes from the pain. She grabbed his hand, trying to loosen his grip, “I was just talking to my mom.”
“Are you still trying to lie to me?” Lysander was consumed by rage.
“I’m not lying to you. Thala**a endured the pain, her face contorting in discomfort.
Finally, Lysander let her go. He nodded, picked up the phone from the couch, and handed it to her, “Alright, call again. Say exactly what you said earlier!”
