Chapter 175 To Protect Mom and Sister Forever
Laura drove her Toyota into the parking shed of the garment factory, the familiar hum of the factory machines greeting her ears as she turned off the engine. Stepping out of the car with purpose, she headed straight to the master tailor. She knew she was well-acquainted with the team here, working together frequently, ensuring a warm welcome rather than suspicion.
Laura was a senior designer at JK, several notches above intern designers like Violet Devereux.
"Welcome, Laura," the master tailor greeted enthusiastically. "What brings you to our place? Do we have some new designs for production?"
Offering a feigned warmth in her smile, Laura replied, "Yes, indeed. Our company has just landed a lucrative custom design order from an overseas client. Mr. Green has sent me to scope out our partner garment factories to see which one is best suited for the job."
Sensing a potential deal, the tailor's face lit up. "You know our factory's credentials. Leave it to us, and there won't be any mistakes."
"Of course, I'm aware," said Laura coolly. "But since it's a bespoke order, I must consider it carefully."
"How about this," suggested the tailor, eager to secure the contract. "You can wait in my office. Leave it to us."
He rushed upstairs to find his superiors, leaving Laura to smirk and head to his office.
Once inside his office, Laura spotted the wedding gown Violet Devereux had designed for Loraine Plahn. It was still lacking embellishments, but the basic form was there—clean, flowing lines. Undeniably beautiful. Laura couldn't help but admit, albeit begrudgingly, that Violet had a knack for design.
Laura glanced at the dress, then snapped some pictures of the newly finished sample. Tucking away her phone, she pretended to leaf through magazines on the coffee table while waiting for the factory leaders to arrive.
Across the city, as dusk fell, at Hellen's apartment, Violet Devereux returned home in high spirits after a pleasant phone call with Emily, eager to see her little ones. The babies had just had their formula and were sitting on the living room mat, engrossed in their toys. Hearing the key turn, they knew their mom was back home.
Dropping their toys, the toddlers scurried toward their mother with chubby legs—a flurry of excitement to greet her.
Henry, who raced ahead faster than his sister, called out for Mom as he ran.
Nicole tried to catch up but lagged behind. By the time her brother reached their mother and wrapped his arms around her legs, she had only just caught up and clung to Violet Devereux's other leg. The two little ones snuggled up to their mother, one on each side.
"Mommy missed you both," Violet Devereux stooped down, her voice filled with warmth and affection as she embraced them.
Hearing these words from their mother, the munchkins wrapped their arms around her even tighter, refusing to let go, insisting on being held by Violet.
Violet, finding herself in a bind, lifted each of them with one arm.
Aunt Hellen, bustling in the kitchen, placed food on the table and chuckled, "Henry, Nicole, you guys are getting big. Your mom's tired. Don't squeeze her too hard."
"Mommy doesn't have to hold me," Henry said, comprehending immediately and starting to wriggle down. He considered himself her future guardian superhero, destined to protect Mom and his sister for life. And that meant not wearing her out now.
When Nicole saw her brother getting down, she followed suit.
And so the two well-behaved kids stood on the floor, prompting laughter from Violet, who found their actions adorably heartwarming. She turned to Hellen and suggested, "Hellen, let's go out to eat tomorrow? I couldn't manage it last time, and we didn't get to celebrate my birthday."
"Sure," replied Hellen, always happy for an excuse to take the kids out, "Without your okay, I only take them out for groceries. I'm always a bit wary of running into..." She left the sentence hanging, but Violet understood.
"Let's drop it; dinner's ready," Hellen said as she set the table.
Violet nodded, ushering the kids to their seats.
Apart from their formula, Aunt Hellen had begun offering them a little bit of solid food.
Tasting real meals could perhaps wean them off breastmilk and let Violet fully stop nursing.
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