That Night My Boss Left Me With Our Three Babies

Upon hearing the sound of the little girl’s sobbing, Victor raised his gaze and looked over.

Olivia gently patted the little girl’s back, while Sophia’s crying grew louder. She wriggled free from the small blanket and cried, burying herself in Olivia’s embrace, tightly gripping her clothes with her tiny hands.

Through her tear-filled eyes, Sophia opened her eyes and stared at Olivia’s face, her vision blurred by the glistening tears.

Once she confirmed that Olivia was still present, a sense of reassurance washed over her, causing her sobbing to gradually subside.

Witnessing the little girl’s already flushed face turn even redder from crying, Olivia felt a deep sense of distress. It was as if she could see her two little boys at home through Sophia.

“Good girl, Sophia. I am here. Don’t cry anymore, or you won’t look pretty,” Olivia soothed gently, wiping away the tears from the little girl’s face.

Sophia cried with great intensity, her tears flowing relentlessly. Gripping onto Olivia’s clothes tightly, she refused to let go, seeking solace and comfort in her presence.

The clothes on Olivia’s shoulder were damp from the sweat in her palms, becoming a wrinkled mess. However, Olivia said nothing and patiently comforted Sophia.

After a while, the little girl sniffled and fell asleep again, still twitching in her sleep.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Olivia carefully wrapped her in a small blanket, leaving only her hand outside, clutching Olivia’s clothes.

Observing the intimate scene unfolding between the two, Victor’s gaze grew darker, though he chose to remain silent, his thoughts and emotions kept to himself.

Charlotte couldn’t help but worry about Miss Sophia and came to take a look. Seeing Miss Sophia sound asleep in Mrs. Leer’s arms, her eyes filled with contentment. “Indeed, Miss Sophia can only sleep peacefully by Mrs. Leer’s side. When she’s sick, she becomes quite restless. No matter who tries to comfort her, it’s useless. Sometimes even Mr. Leer can’t do anything about it.”

Upon hearing this, Olivia couldn’t help but pause.

Olivia pondered the question silently, wondering about Emma’s role as Sophia’s mother. Could she truly not console the little girl in times of distress?

And why was Emma nowhere to be seen when Sophia was sick?

Was she really so unconcerned about her own child?

Just as she was about to speak up and inquire, Victor’s voice rang out.

“She’ll probably wake up again tonight. Take her to the guest room to rest, and you should get some sleep too.”

Charlotte chimed in, “Yes, it’s late. You’ve just finished work and came over with Mr. Leer. You must be tired. Go upstairs and sleep with Miss Sophia for a while.”

The question that lingered on Olivia’s lips retreated as she hesitated, her gaze shifting towards the stairs. Memories from six years ago flashed through her mind, leaving a bitter tinge in her heart. Shaking her head, she declined, “No, it’s fine. I’ll rest here for a while. Sophia finally fell asleep, and I’m afraid I might disturb her.”

Upon hearing this reason, the two didn’t say anything further.

Before departing, Charlotte once again voiced her concern, emphasizing her worries. Now, only the three of them remained in the living room, creating an atmosphere of quiet introspection.

Because Victor had suddenly mentioned Sebastian and Ethan’s ages earlier, Olivia felt a sense of caution and avoided making eye contact with him as she gazed at the little girl in her arms.

For quite some time, no sound came from the man.

Olivia slowly relaxed her nerves.

She had been busy all day, treating Old Whitaker in the afternoon, which required a lot of mental energy. Now, she was indeed feeling tired.

Moreover, as Olivia held Sophia in her arms, a comforting warmth emanated from the little girl, reminiscent of a cozy heater. The gentle rhythm of her breathing echoed in Olivia’s ears, gradually lulling her into a state of drowsiness.

Although she struggled to stay awake, she eventually drifted off into a slumber.