In order to take care of Aster, Larissa applied to clear off all the annual leave that she accumulated in one go from the headquarters. Although chickenpox was not a life-threatening disease, it was quite a grueling experience.Fortunately, Aster was a child with self-control. When he was awake, he would never scratch the blisters even if they itched terribly. Larissa's task was to watch over Aster when he slept and make sure he did not scratch himself.Every night, she sat by Aster's bed until the sun came up. She was used to working late and pulling all-nighters, so it wasn't too hard for her initially. However, after staying up for consecutive nights, her body couldn't take the exhaustion any longer. When she came back from getting groceries, Larissa's vision went black on the way back from the supermarket. She had to sit on the ground immediately to avoid losing consciousness. After a long while, she was still too dizzy to get up. Most of the residents in this apart

Larissa didn't have a warm welcome for Dylan when she opened the door. She stood at the door, showing no intention of letting him in. "What are you here for?" she asked. Dylan replied honestly, "Aster invited me to come over." Larissa turned around to look at the little traitor in her house. When Aster heard Dylan's voice, he exclaimed with joy, "Uncle Dylan!" He ran over to the door happily and squeezed Larissa aside. Grabbing Dylan's hand warmly, he dragged him into the house. Dylan gave Larissa a helpless glance, but he was also a little smug about Aster's fondness for him. Larissa burned with anger, but when she saw how much Aster adored Dylan, she could not bear to disappoint him and suppressed the impulse to kick Dylan out. Nonchalantly, Dylan plopped onto the sofa and placed Aster on his lap. He tenderly caressed Aster's face and inspected the spots closely, murmuring, "What a pity! Why did you have to get chickenpox?" Aster shook his head vigorously. "I'

The nanny Dylan recommended was called Mrs. Potts. She was from Bartham's neighboring town called Pishal. Pishal was a small backward town and the young people there liked to flock to Bartham—including Mrs. Potts' daughter. Her daughter could be seen as a capable lady. Born in a single-parent family, she counted on her own hard work to get into a good university in Bartham. After she graduated, she became hired at a good company and married a Batham local.Although the man was from Bartham, his family was only a middle-class family. The two families gave all they could to buy the married couple a house, but the couple still had to pay off the monthly mortgage themselves. Mrs. Potts' daughter was filial, and she was worried that Mrs. Potts would feel lonely back home in Pishal, so she brought Mrs. Potts to live with her after her marriage. To lessen the burden on her daughter and son-in-law, Mrs. Potts took up her old job again and became a nanny. All this was what Mrs. Potts told

By the time they got back to Kevan's house, Ruby had already wiped the vicious expression off her face. Bethany also patted down her clothes and wiped the tears from her face. Only her swollen eyes couldn't be hidden. Ruby glared at her scornfully and said, "When Daddy asks about it later, you know what to say, don't you?"Bethany nodded hard and said loudly, "Aster pushed me on purpose and I fell down!" Only then did Ruby press the intercom. Two minutes later, Kevan's voice sounded over the intercom amidst the static, making it sound husky. "Who is it?" Ruby hurriedly put on a sweet smile and stooped to look into the camera. "Kevan, it's me."The line went silent for a few seconds before Kevan asked, "Who are you?" Ruby's expression grew awkward and she spoke in a higher pitch. "Didn't I tell you at the hospital that time? I'm your wife." "Oh." Kevan seemed to recall it. The door opened after a beep. "Come up." Ruby stepped inside happily and strode ahead with her back straigh

Ruby dragged Bethany along and left. The moment the door closed, Dylan came out of the bedroom. He tutted softly and teased, "You guys are such talented actors!" Kevan bent down and picked up the broken credit card, tossing it into the trash. "I'll sleep at your place tonight," he said. "Why?" No one knew Kevan's antics better than Dylan. If it wasn't absolutely necessary, he would never let Kevan stay at his house. "I need to disinfect this place," Kevan said and called a cleaning company to book a slot. "Won't Cody suspect something if you're being so heartless to Ruby?" asked Dylan worriedly. "Isn't that just perfect to prove that I really lost my memory?" Kevan said. He pocketed his phone with a cold smile."I need to go out for a little while. What are you going to do?" Kevan stood up and asked Dylan. "Hmm? Where are you going?" Dylan asked in confusion. "Aren't you going to wait for the cleaners?""It's still early." Kevan had booked an afternoon slot. "I'm going do