My Babies, My Love

Chapter 75

Looking at Patricia gaping in surprise, the manager patted her shoulder. “Patricia, if you do your

best, there’s still an annual bonus waiting for you. If President Isaac is satisfied with your work,

your bonus can go up to ten thousand.”

Once again, she was taken aback by the revelation as she felt dizzier. H-Has my life finally

reached its prime? My kids can finally live a better life!

She regained her senses and swore up and down to herself that she was willing to do anything for

Isaac regardless of how ridiculous his requests would be. Even if he was parsimony, he treated his

workers well.

She bought some snacks and groceries on the way home. Josephine was surprised to see those

things. “Tricia, everything you bought is imported. It must be expensive.”

Patricia, who had only bought cheap fruits, even purchased many snacks today. What has gotten

into her?

She helped Josephine to arrange the things into the refrigerator and cabinet with a grin.

“Josephine, I’ve got a job, and the pay is high. We can finally live a better life from now onward.”

Not only could she buy Sylvie the dolls that she wanted, she could also give the boys a computer

and drone. Good days were coming ahead of them.

Suddenly, someone rang the doorbell, prompting Josephin to open the door. Like a rich lady, Gwen

was clad in leather clothes while holding the latest bag of the season. She glimpsed at Josephine

indifferently. “Does Patricia live here?”

Josephine stared at Gwen, who was dressed opulently while wondering if she was ever afraid of

snatch thieves.

“Do you hear me? Answer me.” Josephine’s gaze had struck jealousy toward Gwen. She had

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Likewise, Josephine did not like her either, thinking that she was up to no good and hence the cold

treatment. “There’s no one named Patricia here.”

She then shoved Gwen to close the door, which infuriated Gwen to the core. “You old mare! I know

that she lives here. Open the door!”

She slammed the wooden door, causing the neighbors to come out to check out the noise.

Meanwhile, Josephine told Patricia, “There’s someone dressed up like a rich lady at the doorstep.

She’s looking for you, but I stopped her since she’s probably up to no good.”

“Who is it?” Patricia rose from her seat and left the house before heading toward the gate.

Hearing Gwen’s harangue, she turned around to fill a pail of water before opening the door and

splashing the water.

Screams could be heard from the outside. “Argh! Patricia Aniston, what are you doing?!”

Gwen was drenched from head to toe. Not only were her styled hair and make-up messed up, her

clothes were sodden in water, causing her to shiver uncontrollably.

Patricia held the pail and gazed at her. “Aunt Hough, why are you here? I thought someone was

causing trouble at my place.”

She then put down the pail before walking out. “My place is too small for someone like you. Aunt

Hough, you should get changed, or you’ll catch a cold in this cold weather.”

Gwen kept sneezing in the meantime. “You! Patricia Aniston, I’ve come to pay you a visit, but how

dare you do this to me?! We’ll wait and see!”

Next, she began to whine in a loud voice. “Everyone, look at her! This girl, Patricia, was pregnant

at the age of eighteen without knowing who the father was. You should be aware of this disgusting

woman. She’s a bird of bad omen!”