Chapter 727 Mr. Turner
George pouted, feeling wronged. "But Mommy, I like both of them."
Kids were always greedy.
Although Katherine usually spoiled the children, she was very principled when it came to important matters and wouldn't be vague about it.
"If you like both, you can ask me if I can buy you another one. You can't just take Charles's balloon for granted! Charles likes balloons too. If you take it, Charles won't have one! If you were the older brother, would you like a younger brother who does that?" Katherine said.
"Mommy, I know I was wrong." The little guy understood his mom's reasoning, admitted his mistake, and looked at Charles with puppy eyes. "Charles, I'm sorry. Let's play with the balloon together. You can play with mine too!"
Charles felt relieved and smiled happily. "Okay! Let's play together!"
Kids' emotions came and went quickly, and they made up easily.
The youngest daughter, Edith, holding her pink bunny balloon, followed behind Charles and George. Although she was the youngest, her thinking was more mature, and she found Charles and George's squabble over the balloon quite childish.
Fiona clapped her hands to get the attention of the three little ones. "Alright, everyone hold your balloons and get in the car. I'm taking you to eat pizza!"
The three kids immediately lined up and got into the car.
Seeing the kids get in, Katherine also walked over and got in the car.
Jonathan, following beside her, remarked, "With so many kids, it's hard to treat them all fairly. Katherine, I can see it's not easy being a mom."
Katherine replied nonchalantly, "It's okay. Whether you can treat them fairly depends on whether the adults have the awareness to do so and can observe each child's feelings."
After saying that, she got in the car behind the kids and slammed the door shut.
Jonathan shrugged, walked to the front passenger seat, and was about to get in.
But before he could touch the door handle, Fiona beat him to it!
Fiona jumped over, pushed Jonathan aside, opened the front passenger door, got in, and then rolled down the window to stick her tongue out at him provocatively. "Sorry, Jonathan, but with our three kids in the car, there's no room for you. Otherwise, we'd be overloaded! You'll have to catch a cab home! Bye-bye!"
After saying that, she waved her hand, signaling the driver to start the car.
Jonathan was left behind, standing there with a helpless smile, and then shrugged indifferently, watching the car drive away.
In a hotel in Janetrick.
"Trevor, we're back!" Sophia entered the suite holding the child, but didn't see her husband in the living room.
She bent down to let the child play on their own and then went to the bedroom to look for him. "Trevor, what are you doing?"
By the floor-to-ceiling window in the master bedroom, Trevor Turner, sitting in a wheelchair, was quietly gazing at the cityscape outside, his expression deep and contemplative.
The presidential suite was on the top floor, and through the floor-to-ceiling window, the entire city looked like a miniature model.
Hearing Sophia's voice, Trevor slowly turned his head. His handsome face carried a deep, melancholic air as he looked at Sophia without speaking.
A window was open, and the wind blew in, causing the white curtains to flutter around Trevor, outlining a somewhat morbid beauty.
Seemingly accustomed to Trevor's reticence, Sophia didn't mind. She naturally walked over to close the window and then turned to him. "I noticed you didn't eat anything in the dining room. If you didn't eat lunch, did you take your medicine?"
Trevor finally spoke, "Yes, I did."
Sophia glanced at the medicine bottles on the bedside table and continued, "Trevor, we're here to help Dad sell off all the companies and other assets here. Once we handle all this, we won't have any more business dealings in this country."
Trevor, half-listening, gazed out at the city, "Have I ever been to this city before?"
Sophia was taken aback, a hint of guilt flashing in her eyes, but she quickly forced a lighthearted smile. "No, you haven't! You were born and raised in Markovia. This is your first time back in the country!"
Trevor squinted, deep in thought. "Why do I feel like these streets are familiar? Like I've been here before."
Sophia laughed. "That's not surprising! Modern cities around the world are very similar in their development, and many of them imitate each other. It's not unusual for them to look alike! Alright, don't think too much about it! You didn't eat lunch, so what do you want for dinner? I'll have the hotel service bring it up."
Trevor replied, "Anything is fine. I want to take a bath first."
"Okay." Sophia approached Trevor gently and pushed his wheelchair towards the bathroom.
At the bathroom door, Trevor pressed the wheels with his hands to stop the wheelchair and said in a low voice, "Alright, you can go now."
Sophia kindly suggested, "The bathtub here is different from the one at home. Your legs are not convenient. Let me help you bathe and wash your back."
Trevor raised his hand. "No need. Go look after Julian. I can manage on my own."
Seeing Trevor's insistence, Sophia couldn't force her way in. She smiled calmly. "Alright, I'll go keep Julian company. Don't lock the door, and if you need anything, just call me."
"Okay," Trevor responded lightly, then maneuvered his wheelchair into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
Sophia stared at the bathroom door for a while, clenched her fists slightly, and then turned to check on the child.
In the bathroom, Trevor slowly took off his shirt, then unbuttoned his pants, using his hands to support himself on the edge of the bathtub as he stood up from the wheelchair.
His loose pants slid down his two thin, long legs to the floor.
Then, Trevor, with some difficulty, clumsily stepped into the bathtub and turned on the water.
Although he had been in a wheelchair for three years, he wasn't completely paralyzed. His leg muscles had atrophied, causing muscle weakness, making it impossible for him to stand and support his body.
It was said that his legs became like this due to a car accident.
The reason it was "said" was because he had no memory of anything before three years ago.
People around him told him that he was in a car accident that broke his legs and caused a head injury, leading to amnesia.
They told him his name was Trevor Turner, he was 33 years old, born and raised abroad, and that his parents had died early. He was adopted by Sophia's father, Brent, as a foster son.
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