Chapter 157 Iron Simpletons
"Debt repayment," Dewitt muttered, "could be from a collection agency."
Rodolfo nodded, baffled, "Why's our door covered with them? Let's rip them all off."
The boys started tearing down the flyers while Eula carried Angie to her crib.
Seeing her sleep so soundly, Eula couldn't bear to wake her up for bedtime routines, "Just let her sleep," she decided.
She gazed deeply at Angie. The little one hadn't been sick for a while, and since securing a steady job, Eula wasn't as scared anymore.
She just hoped that Angie, that all three of her children, could grow up healthy and strong.
After Dewitt and Rodolfo finished with the flyers, they returned to their room and told Eula, "Mommy, we took them all down, the door is locked tight."
Eula gave a small nod. "Time for bed, guys! Good night!"
She walked over to her two sons and kissed each on the cheek before leaving their room to return to her own. After a shower, she lay in bed and flicked through her phone. That's when she saw a message from Judson.
"Made it home yet?"
He had offered to drive them, but she had dashed off too quickly. Then Grandma had caught him up in conversation, and he hadn't managed to follow.
Seeing it was sent an hour and a half ago, Eula quickly replied, "Home now."
Judson texted back swiftly, "Why did it take you so long to reply?"
His message was thick with reproach. Eula stuck out her tongue, chiding him silently. Even off-the-clock, she had to be available 24/7; she was his private secretary, after all.
"Sorry, Judson. We made a detour to the hospital to check on Estelle, that's why I've only replied now."
Hopefully, that respectful enough response would suffice.
"Eula, no matter who I get engaged to, or even marry, I only have feelings for you."
Eula was ready to sleep, exhausted, but feared the big boss might message, and then show up at her house if she didn't reply.
She waited, her eyes just closing when her phone buzzed. She snatched it up and scanned the screen. The message made her so furious she almost threw her phone.
What kind of nonsense was that? Judson, you're trash. Engaged, marrying someone else, yet saying he liked her—it was ridiculous!
Enraged, she switched off her phone, deciding to deal with tomorrow's problems tomorrow.
The next day at the office, gossip buzzed among her colleagues.
"Did you see the group chat? Judson's getting engaged next Saturday."
"Who's the bride-to-be?"
Their curious eyes flicked towards Eula in the corner of the elevator. She pretended not to hear, staring fixatedly at the elevator ceiling.
The chatter grew quieter, "It's Kristina Lowe."
"Oh! Not Eula, then!"
"Poor Eula!"
Hearing their sighs and seeing their pitiful glances annoyed her. By the time she reached the top floor, she felt fortified like steel.
She ignored the secretary's inquisitive looks and headed straight for the CEO's office. Only once the door shut behind her could she breathe a sigh of relief.
"Let Judson get engaged to Kristina," she thought bitterly. "Why should they pity me? As if I have any feelings for Judson."
