Chapter 225
Zachary had never listened to Annalise’s advice.
Now that she no longer wanted him and had become someone else’s mother, he was finally starting to follow her words.
Harry had initially planned to ask Zachary what kind of oatmeal he wanted. But when he glanced at him, he sighed and decided to take the initiative to order for Zachary.
He ordered plain oatmeal and got some for himself, too.
Harry handed Zachary his phone. “Here. Take a look. Anything else you want?”
Zachary took the phone, opened WhatsApp, and found Steven’s contact. He sent a voice message. “Daddy, I’m eating out. Mr. Thompson is paying for it. How about you transfer some money over? I’m worried his salary won’t be enough to support me.” Less than ten minutes after sending the message, Steven transferred 5,000 dollars.
After receiving the money, Zachary thanked him and returned the phone to Harry. “Just order those. Thanks.”
Harry stared at his phone for a while before finally starting the payment process.
Meanwhile, Zachary’s gaze seemed glued to the villa in the distance. He wondered when he would be able to go inside and live with Annalise under the same roof.
…
Once Willow had truly gone for dinner, Milton let out a sigh of relief. “This is great. Willow is so lucky to have met someone who truly cares for her.”
“Yeah.” Dorothy also felt a weight lift from her chest. “With how Willow’s been recovering lately, it won’t be long before Zane moves us to his place to help her recover. Do you think we should get them a gift?” Milton agreed, “Sure.”
“What should we get?” Dorothy walked to the storage room and looked through the more expensive gifts.
Suddenly, her movements slowed. It hit her that all the valuable things had been prepared for her daughter when she was still alive.
As Dorothy looked at the items, memories surfaced, and she felt a pang of sadness.
“Don’t be upset,” Milton gently comforted her. “It’s all in the past. As one of Willow’s few remaining relatives, we should gather ourselves and treat her well.”
Dorothy wiped away a tear and forced a smile. “Right.”
She closed the cupboard and said, “Let’s get her something else.”
“Okay.”
…
Dinner at home was prepared by Steven. After Jessica and Cody finished eating, Steven quietly cleaned up.
Carrying the dishes into the kitchen, he looked at the dirty plates and felt the inconvenience. After turning on the faucet, he suggested, “How about we buy a dishwasher? It would save the nanny some time, too.” Jessica instinctively replied, “Aren’t we paying them to do these tasks? Why bother saving them time?”
Steven turned to look at her.
Jessica didn’t understand why he was looking at her like that. “Did I say anything wrong?”
“No.” Steven looked away. He silently washed the dishes, but his mind wandered to thoughts of Annalise.
When Annalise was at home, they didn’t hire help very often. In his memory, there was only one time, during her postpartum recovery.
Back then, Annalise always tried to figure out ways to help the nanny save time and make things easier. She never acted like Jessica, thinking that spending money meant others should be busy doing all the work. Steven forced himself to shift his focus. He couldn’t keep thinking about Annalise. After all, he still had to make things work with Jessica.
But for some reason, his heart felt weighed down, making him uneasy and restless.