Chapter 124 The Sons Who Know Her Best
Dewitt and Rodolfo stayed quiet, but Angie couldn't help but speak up.
"Even if he's your boss, you can still date! If he becomes your boyfriend, no one at the office would dare to bully you."
Eula: "..."
Was this little girl too savvy? She's only five years old!
"Angie Lowe, no more of those cheesy soap operas for you."
Angie stuck out her tongue, clearly displeased.
Back at home, Angie stomped off to find Mary.
Dewitt and Rodolfo followed Eula upstairs and into her bedroom.
As Eula was about to change clothes, she saw her two sons come in and asked with a smile, "What's up, boys?"
Dewitt handed her a piece of paper: "Mommy, we signed you up for a class."
Eula took the paper and glanced at it, ‘Heaven Fashion Training School.’
Rodolfo said with a smile, "Mommy, you've always loved fashion design, right? Now you can learn more about it."
Eula was stunned, looking at the paper in her hand and then back at her two sons. Although they were so young, they really understood her. Eula's lips quivered, "Thank you, my boys!"
Dewitt and Rodolfo smiled, with Dewitt saying, "Remember to attend class every day after work, no leaving early or coming late."
Rodolfo added, "We can't wait to wear the clothes you design."
Their remarks, one serious and one warm, were all the motivation Eula needed.
She nodded firmly, "Yeah, Mommy will do her best to design beautiful clothes for you guys."
Satisfied, Dewitt and Rodolfo nodded and said, "Go take your shower, we'll head out."
Leaving her bedroom, they returned to their own.
Recently, the two had purchased a new computer, and they even had a skilled mentor teaching them to code.
Eula looked at her exiting sons, holding the brochure and payment receipt, and sighed. She really wanted to ask where the money came from. But she didn't need to worry about these two; they wouldn't do anything illegal. Perhaps they had borrowed it from Geoffrey. Deciding to get clarity, she picked up her phone and dialed his number.
"Eula, did you know I'm back today?" Geoffrey sounded excited.
"Where have you been?"
No wonder she hadn't seen him recently; she had been keeping her distance for years, not seeking him out unless necessary.
"I was on a business trip in Canada, gone for almost a month. Just landed."
What a coincidence for her to call the moment he returned.
"Geoffrey, did Dewitt and Rodolfo borrow any money from you?"
The tuition for the fashion school was quite hefty, where would the kids get that kind of money?
"No, Dewitt and Rodolfo have been doing well in the stock market. They must have made a pretty penny," said Geoffrey.
Eula was taken aback.
"What? The boys are trading stocks?"
Geoffrey knew she would react this way, "I set up their accounts with your SSN. Don't worry. The kids have a knack for it, plus they're not greedy. Nothing bad is gonna happen."
But Eula wasn't reassured. Instead of teaching them helpful skills, Geoffrey had them playing the stock market. So many have lost everything, turned to desperate measures. The news was full of such stories, and her boys were too young, too easily swayed, more prone to mishaps than adults.
"Geoffrey, I've got to go, you're busy," she said, cutting the call short.
She hurried to her sons' room, finding them typing furiously at their computers.
