Chapter500
"They had an argument," Arthur disclosed bluntly, not minding his daughter's presence.
Tina, tilting her head in thought, expressed with sincerity, "Arguing is not good!"
"What should I do then?" Oliver found himself unexpectedly seeking advice from a young child.
"Mommy says Natalie is kind; you should say sorry to her," Tina advised, holding tightly to her small water bottle, "If you don’t make up, then you can’t be friends."
"What if we can’t make up?" Oliver inquired.
"That means you’re not trying hard enough," Tina said, her expression earnest.
‘What can I do to try harder?’
Before their conversation could proceed further, a person suddenly hurried out of the office.
"Oliver!" Wyatt called out, but by then, Oliver had already disappeared.
Isaac raised an eyebrow. "Impressive, young one. You’re quite astute!"
Attempting to tease Tina, he reached for her again.
Once more, Arthur took a step back.
"Hold on, why is it that he can touch her, but I can’t?"
Isaac was referring to Wyatt, who had just gently pinched Tina's cheek.
"Isaac, you’ve touched countless women. I don’t want you to touch my daughter,” Arthur explained.
"Me?" Isaac pointed to himself stiffly.
"What does 'countless' mean?" Tina asked curiously.
"It is like the stars in the sky. They’re too many to count."
Tina's eyes lit up with understanding, her small finger pointing at Isaac and her father, “So I shouldn’t be close to Uncle Isaac!”
The room was engulfed in a brief silence before everyone laughed. Even Isaac could not help but laugh.
Isaac laughed heartily, giving his Tina a thumbs-up. "Who taught you that, sweetheart?"
"Myself!"
After the laughter had quieted down, Wyatt leaned closer and whispered to Arthur, "Is she with you now? What about you and…?"
Arthur's smile dimmed slightly, and he did not respond.
…
A luxury vehicle swiftly entered the gates of Rosewood Estate and headed straight for the main building.
Oliver entered quickly, his hair tousled from his rapid movements.
"Oliver, weren’t you supposed to be on a business trip?" Liam asked in surprise.
"Where’s Natalie?" Oliver's eyes darted around, a sense of unease building up when he did not find her. A feeling of dread started to set in.
"She had to step out momentarily; she mentioned something regarding work."
Oliver frowned. It could not have been work. He had arranged for Natalie not to return to work prematurely, and she would have informed him if she had decided to work.
"Oliver?!"
Liam was perplexed as he observed Oliver, who was typically calm, hurry upstairs.
Oliver made his way directly to the master bedroom.
At a glance, everything appeared as it usually did.
He moved into the walk-in closet, which was spacious. Half of it was occupied by Oliver's attire, and the other half contained clothes he had purchased for Natalie. Given she was a model, Oliver often acquired entire collections at once for her. Not a single piece of clothing was missing.
Oliver proceeded to the adjoining bedroom.
This room had not been used by Natalie for so long that it no longer held her scent. It was filled with the distinct scent of the house.
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