Chapter 618 Avoiding Suspicion
Francis walked over to Brianna and gently said, "Brianna, if you ever have any problems, you can always come to me."
Then, turning to Wendy, Francis said, "Wendy, if you ever have any difficulties or need help, just let me know. I promised Edward that I would take care of you and Brianna."
He would take on the responsibility for Brianna, fulfilling the role of a father in place of the deceased Edward.
His care for Wendy, however, would be limited to financial support; he couldn't promise to live with them.
Wendy understood the subtle rejection in Francis's words. She forced a smile and said, "Let's eat, the food will get cold. Kids don't understand these things. Francis, you've already done enough for us over the years."
"Okay." Francis nodded and sat down.
After dinner, Francis wanted to wash the dishes but received a call from his team, so he had to go to the study to handle some matters.
Brianna helped Wendy with the chores, and the mother and daughter washed the dishes in the kitchen.
Wendy lowered her voice and instructed Brianna, "Later, ask Francis to help you with your homework. Finish it quickly and go to bed early, okay?"
Brianna made an OK gesture, "Mom, I got it. Don't worry, I'll definitely help you win over Francis."
Brianna was already in first grade and understood a lot. She knew her mother's intentions and also liked Francis, wanting him to be her dad.
Having a dad who was a police officer would be so cool.
Wendy smiled and patted her daughter's head, "Good girl. I'll wash some fruit, and you can take it to Francis."
Wendy washed the fruit, and Brianna carried it to the study. Seeing Francis inside, she went straight in, "Francis, have some strawberries. They're really sweet."
Francis finished his call with his colleagues and smiled as he took a strawberry and ate it, "Very sweet."
"Francis, I still have homework to finish. Can you help me?" Brianna started to act cute.
"Sure," Francis asked, "How much homework do you have left?"
"I still have a few math problems and some crafts."
Even first-grade homework was a lot. Francis frowned as he listened. When he was in school, there wasn't this much homework. Kids these days had it tough, going to school early and staying late.
Francis accompanied Brianna with her homework. After Wendy finished the kitchen chores, she went to Francis's bedroom to wash his clothes.
Francis saw Wendy hanging his underwear on the balcony and felt particularly embarrassed, "Wendy, you don't need to wash my clothes. I can do it myself."
"It's no trouble. You're a man and don't know how to do these things. You're so busy every day," Wendy said with a smile.
Francis awkwardly scratched his head. By the time Brianna finished her homework, it was already ten o'clock. She yawned and was ready to sleep.
"Francis, I'm going to bed now." Brianna climbed into Francis's arms and fell asleep almost immediately.
It was so late that Francis thought it wouldn't be good to send the mother and daughter home. It would be eleven by the time they got back, and Brianna had school the next day.
Francis tidied up the guest room and let Wendy and Brianna stay there.
After Brianna fell asleep in the guest room, Wendy said, somewhat embarrassed, "Francis, I'm really sorry. Brianna has been overwhelmed with schoolwork lately."
"It's okay, Wendy. You should get some rest too," Francis said. "I have some work to handle at the station."
Francis planned to sleep at the police station to avoid any misunderstandings.
Otherwise, rumors could damage Wendy's reputation.
Before Wendy could say anything, Francis grabbed his keys, changed his shoes, and left.
Wendy stood in the living room for a while, feeling disappointed, then silently walked to the sofa and sat down. She looked around the house, which she had already considered her home in her heart.
Wendy had gotten used to taking care of Francis's daily needs. Her life revolved around her child and Francis. Whenever she had time, she would come to Francis's place to clean and cook. The neighbors who didn't know better even thought she was Francis's wife.
Faced with such misunderstandings, Wendy would just smile and remain silent, not bothering to explain, letting them think what they wanted.
Wendy clenched her fists. As long as this home had Francis, she would hold on tightly and not let any other woman have a chance.
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