Chapter 122 The Bright Son
When Eula returned to the office, she noticed Judson wasn't there.
He didn't show up all day, so she had little to do except answer a few calls, carefully screened and forwarded from the reception, all of them important, all of them looking to book time with Judson.
Eula's daily routine generally included such tasks, along with accompanying Judson on his inspections trips, preparing his beverage of choice, as well as an umbrella and sunglasses.
She found his life quite cushy, pampered in the care of others.
But today was odd, he had left without her.
Perhaps he knew about her allergies acting up, she mused with a smile.
He didn't return by the end of the workday.
Eula packed up, ready to pick up her kids from school.
She shot him a text.
“Hey Judson, I’m clocking out. Need me to whip up dinner?”
If he had a business dinner, there’d be no need for her to cook.
After a while, Judson replied.
“No need, I have an event to attend tonight.”
Eula smiled contentedly and quickly typed back.
“Take it easy on the drinks, Judson. Try to get home early!”
As a secretary, she felt she’d done quite well.
Having sent the message, without waiting for a response, she grabbed her bag and left the office cheerfully for the daycare.
She arrived just as school let out. The daycare had an extended day program which she had enrolled the kids in, so pickup was usually around seven.
Eula stepped in line where all the teachers knew her well; after all, she was the mom to a set of triplets who just so happened to be in the same class.
"Angie!" the teacher called, and Angie was the first to scamper over.
"Eula, you're picking me up today!" she chirped.
In her small hands, she clutched a string of homemade beads. "Look what we made in after-school crafts, I made it for you!"
Eula exchanged a few words with the teacher before shepherding the three kids towards the car.
Angie was bubbling with excitement. "You have to wear it all the time, Eula—it's my very own creation!"
Eula glanced down at the three painted ceramic beads around her neck, her brow knitting ever so slightly. But she couldn't bear to let Angie down, not when she was this thrilled.
"Of course, Mommy will keep it on," she assured her.
Dewitt and Rodolfo were also clutching their crafty creations, while Angie glanced back at them.
"Hey, you guys made bracelets for Eula too, right? Put them on her!"
Angie was just a sweet, naive child, but Dewitt and Rodolfo were mature. They probably thought their crafts were just ornaments, something others might laugh at if worn.
Seeing her two sons a step behind, Eula turned and held out her hand. "Come on, I'll wear them!"
Indulging her kids' childlike whims was part of being their mother, especially when it came to these two little guys with their air of pride.
Dewitt exchanged a glance with his brother, and Rodolfo cracked a smile.
"Mom, we're not little kids anymore; these aren't toys," he said as he placed his beaded bracelet in Eula's palm. Dewitt followed suit, averting his gaze as he awkwardly handed over his bracelet.
Eula noticed that Dewitt's was black and Rodolfo's was grey, which made her chuckle.
"I see you’ve been patient, joining Angie in her classes," she said, amused.
The boys were bright, with exceptional abilities to learn independently. They'd already completed their elementary education, but they'd put up with kindergarten for the sake of their rambunctious sister Angie.
