Oops, Mommy Slept With A Tyrant

Chapter 276 Mommy Has Been Crying To Herself For The Past Three Days

With a grocery bag supported between her armpit and her phone pressed against her ear, Kelsie closed the door with her foot, humming, "He crashed?"

A second later, a woman’s worried voice blared approvingly from the other end.

"Yeah! Thankfully, it was a new model with safety as its top priority, so he didn’t die. You should’ve seen the car, Kelsie."

"Shouldn’t men be more careful and cling to life once they get older? Your uncle seems to be doing the exact opposite. It’s as though he doesn’t want to be married to me any longer than he needs to."

Heading into the elevator, she scrunched up her nose and sighed softly. "It’s... just a car accident, Aunty. If he dies, he dies."

"Did you just say that to me?" The woman’s voice, which had been laced with worry just now, dropped a few degrees deeper.

The tone was too familiar not to visualize the possible look on her aunt’s face at the moment and shiver, immediately refuting, "What? No. Of course not. I would never say such a thing. How is he doing?"

"He broke his leg, but the doctor said he’ll be fine in a month. I swear, he used to be a lot more careful when the kids were here." The woman’s voice changed again, growing more jovial as she complained.

Then she paused for a few seconds before speaking through her nose, "You know, many people prefer to keep their kids somewhere while they live their lives."

"You’re still young, so I don’t know why you insisted on moving with them to Silicon Valley."

The elevator dinged open at this moment and Kelsie stepped out, headinb into her apartment with a small chuckle.

"It’s because they’re adorable. I want to be around until they turn eighteen. You can have them after that."

"Who’s having us after we turn eighteen?" Keira’s confused voice suddenly came from behind her.

Slowly, she turned to see her little girl standing there, legs spread wide apart, one hand on her waist and her eyes fixed on Kelsie interrogatively.

"Is that Keira? Give her the phone. I need her to speak to her uncle about what will happen if he dies before she turns eighteen." Probed her aunt after hearing Keira’s voice.

Though she couldn’t hear everything, Keira only had to listen for a moment to know who it was and eagerly leaned forward, pouting.

"Please, let me talk to grandmother."

Kelsie didn’t argue and directly handed her the phone. Immediately she got it, she ran straight to the living room and laid on the couch.

Kelsie kicked off her shoes, dropped the groceries in the kitchen and headed straight to her room before either of her sons saw her.

As she took off her earrings, a triple knock sounded at her window and slowly glanced toward it without budging.

Five seconds later, the knock came again, and this time she set the earrings on her desk and walked over, pulling the curtains apart.

Instantly, the frown on her face eased when she saw the man on the ledge outside.

Sliding the window open, she narrowed her eyes at him.

"Do you know how risky this is?"

"I’ve been climbing up to your room through the window for the past three days."

"This is the highest floor. If you fall from here, you’ll die."

"You don’t think I know that?" He huffed, proceeding to climb in.

Throwing his coat on the bed, he flopped down onto it.

"She came, didn’t she?"

Sliding the window close, she nodded.

"You were right. She seems to have caught onto something about Craig. But there’s something naturally wrong about that man, so I can’t place my finger on what exactly she knows."

Jett grinned and turned onto his side, propping his head up with his palm as he patted the space beside him for her to come lie on.

Without a word, she took off her clothes and climbed onto the bed, snuggling close to him until she felt warmer.

Shifting her gaze to meet his, she raised her fingers to trace his jawline, the night of the party flashing back into her mind.

After Molly dropped the bombshell at the party, she’d been in no condition to drive. So she spent a few minutes in the car with the triplets before starting the engine to leave.

That was when he appeared, knocking frantically on her window to explain everything.

Her fears... were not confirmed.

He was just a shareholder and as she suspected, he didn’t know much about the hospital’s inner dealings.

The day of Lois’ accident, he had been at the hospital but discovered no doctor was willing to operate on her.

Back then, he didn’t know why no one was interested in stitching her up. So he fired every doctor who refused, but her condition was too severe for a nurse to handle.

While he had Eric search for a substitute doctor, Lois breathed her last in the hallway.

He’d forgotten all about the incident until Kelsie mentioned a Lois Fletcher, and she immediately came to mind.

So he went back to check her file and only then discovered that the doctors back then only refused to operate on Lois because they feared crossing Kelvin.

She had been the owner of a small hospital that was threatening Haven Medical Center, and knowing how vengeful and petty he was, none of them were willing to risk offending him.

To back up hiis words, he even let Ayla see the hospital’s case file on Lois.

"Well, let’s hope Craig continues to bug her until she feels unsafe until she flips and tell you everything you really need to know about the other side and how to deal with them. Now, don’t you think the weather’s a little too cold?"

Jett’s words snapped her out of her reverie and she immediately scoffed, "The weather? I think it’s perfect."

"Don’t toss the word ’perfect’ around so carelessly. Leave it to me, and I’ll show you how perfect it can get." He grinned, his hand snaking around her.

"No, get away from me."

"Don’t say something like that when I haven’t done anything..."

Outside the door, three pairs of curious eyes glanced at each other in confusion.

After the call ended, they had come to return their mommy’s phone only to hear her talking to herself.

To be honest, their mother began talking to herself ever since they came back from the party, but they didn’t think whatever it was would take this long.

"I think I know what’s happening here." ’Detective’ Zade confidently stepped forward, motioning for his siblings to come close for the diagnose.

When they did, he stroked his chin for a few seconds before speaking, "From my professional opinion, Mommy is missing Daddy."

"And as Daddy’s children, it’s our duty to make her happy until he mans up and does what he should do."

His siblings’ eyes immediately dimmed.

Of course they knew that.

Not talking about their father these past few days had been harder than they’d expected.

Their mother, who wasn’t much of a talker, had barely said ten words besides ’I love you’ to them.

"Tsk, don’t be so sullen. I’ve been preparing for this moment which is I made sure to take one of Mommy’s keys so that the next time she locks her door to cry, we’ll be able to go in and comfort her." Zade grinned smugly and whipped out a key.

Without another word, he slid it into the lock and turned it.