That Night My Boss Left Me With Our Three Babies

As they descended the stairs, Old Whitaker inquired of Olivia whether it was safe for him to get out of bed in his current condition. After receiving her approval, Isaac assisted him while the butler offered support.

Olivia sat at the dining table, pretending to be indifferent, trying to minimize her presence.

Abigail, on the other hand, deliberately introduced various topics, addressing Emma first and then turning her attention to Olivia.

In the presence of Old Whitaker, Olivia responded to each topic.

Soon, they heard the butler’s voice as he greeted someone at the door.

“Mr. Leer.”

Followed by Victor’s low and brief response.

After a brief moment, the tall figure of Victor emerged before everyone’s eyes.

“Old Whitaker,” Victor greeted Old Whitaker first, then his gaze swept across the dining table. When he saw Olivia, he paused for a moment.

Meeting his gaze, Olivia secretly clenched her palms and calmly nodded as a greeting.

In response, Victor raised an eyebrow slightly and tugged at his lip.

“Victor, please have a seat. Emma has been eagerly awaiting your arrival,” Abigail extended a warm invitation, gesturing for Victor to take a seat next to Emma.

Earlier, in the name of thanking Olivia, she had arranged for Olivia to sit next to Old Whitaker. She and Isaac sat close to Olivia.

The only seat left for Victor was the one next to Emma.

Realizing Victor’s closer bond with Emma, Emma stood up and relinquished her seat next to Old Whitaker.

Consequently, Victor found himself seated face to face with Olivia.

When Olivia saw the man sitting across from her, her heart tightened, and she silently lowered her gaze.

During the meal, a quiet atmosphere enveloped them as they ate, speaking only in hushed voices when Old Whitaker directed his words towards Olivia.

Emma, however, was concerned about Victor’s attitude towards Olivia. She diligently served Old Whitaker food while keeping an eye on Victor’s gaze, fearing that he might pay too much attention to Olivia. She occasionally engaged in conversation with Victor.

Olivia had no idea what they were thinking. As she listened to their conversation, she felt that they truly were a family, and she couldn’t help but feel a hint of strangeness in her heart.

Abigail glanced at Olivia, surprised by her calmness, and deliberately playfully said to Emma, “Emma, you and Victor have such a good relationship. When are you two getting married? I’m still waiting to be the bridesmaid!”

As the words fell, Olivia stopped in astonishment.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

What did she mean?

Victor and Emma aren’t married yet?

A frozen smile appeared on Emma’s face. She didn’t expect Abigail to bring up this matter in front of so many people and was thinking about how to change the subject.

Old Whitaker also looked concerned and looked over, saying, “Indeed, you two have been together for so many years, and Sophia has grown up. It’s about time you made it official.”

“You should have settled down a long time ago. I don’t know why you’ve been dragging it until now,” Isaac teased with a chuckle.

For a moment, everyone’s gaze was fixed on Victor, waiting for his response.

However, Victor didn’t answer immediately. He just glanced lightly at Olivia in front of him.

Although his gaze only swept by, it was still impossible to ignore.

Olivia pinched her palm, suppressing her doubts, and calmly met his gaze.

Their eyes briefly met, and upon witnessing Olivia’s indifference, a flicker of displeasure coursed through Victor’s thoughts.