Chapter 572

“Maria just docked a month of your pay, didn’t she?”
Hearing this, the assistant hesitated for a moment and slowed down.
“Besides the money, don’t you want to get even?”
At those words, the assistant stopped in her tracks.
“What do you want me to do?”

Julian was not only independent but also incredibly self-disciplined. While Penelope was still sound asleep, the boy knocked persistently on her bedroom door.
“I need to have breakfast at seven o’clock sharp.”
Penelope rubbed her sleepy eyes and saw that the boy was already dressed and holding a book, looking like he’d been up and reading for a while before finally giving up on waiting for her.
“Uh, what time is it?”
“Six-thirty.”
“Only six-thirty?” In six years, she hadn’t woken up at six-thirty once. The earliest she ever got up was nine.
“Um, how about I order some takeout for you?”
Julian’s small brow furrowed immediately. “I don’t eat takeout. I need hot milk or a warm bowl of oatmeal, and some toast. Buns or other pastries are fine too. I’m not picky.”
That’s not picky?
Penelope yawned several times in a row. “Alright, I’ll go make something.”
She quickly washed up, then hurried to the kitchen to warm up some milk and toast
a slice of bread, managing to serve it to Julian right at seven o’clock.
But Julian took one sip of the milk and immediately spat it out.
“This milk is expired!”
Penelope blinked, then rushed back to the kitchen to check the date on the carton. Sure enough, it had expired several days ago. No wonder it had looked a bit off when she was heating it.
She came out scratching her head. “Uh, you can eat the toast first. I’ll get you some hot water.”
Wary now, Julian examined the toast carefully before putting it back down with a sigh.
“The bread is moldy.”
“How is that possible!” She picked up the plate to inspect it and, sure enough, saw several mold spots…
“Oh, for goodness sake, what’s wrong with your uncle? He doesn’t even throw out expired milk and bread!”
Julian’s mouth twitched. “My uncle often works late. The past few days, he’s been so busy he’s been sleeping at the office. How is it his fault? He… had no idea someone so careless Would be here.”
Penelope cleared her throat. “Right. Well, give me a minute, and I’ll take you out to eat.”
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ped. “I suppose that’s the
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iron the clothes I washed last night?”
Iron clothes?
That was asking a lot.
She took a look at Julian’s clothes. They didn’t seem that wrinkled. Was ironing really necessary?
“At home, Jenny always irons my clothes before I wear them. You don’t know how to iron? You’re a grown-up and you don’t know how?”
Penelope could only manage a dry laugh. She took back what she’d thought last night. This kid, Julian, was not easy to handle at all.
Because Julian absolutely refused to wear un-ironed clothes, Penelope had no choice but to take him home to get a different outfit.
Since Theodore’s downtown
townhouse was closer, and Julian had clothes there, they headed that way. Kristin tagged along chattering excitedly because she thought they were going to pick up Hubert.
Halfway there, it suddenly started to rain.
Penelope’s car couldn’t enter the gated community, so they had to walk the rest of
the way.
Julian frowned. “So you didn’t bring an umbrella?”
Penelope sighed. “Who knew it would suddenly rain?”
“I think a normal person would keep one in the car, just in case.”
“It’s just a light drizzle. We can just run for it.”
No sooner had the words left her mouth than a loud clap of thunder echoed overhead.
Julian put a hand to his forehead. “It’s a miracle your son has survived this long under your care!”