Chapter 1121
When everything was ready, Fiona and Darwin were still amazed by the grandeur when they were called downstairs.
"Did you do all this?" Fiona asked, wide-eyed.
Charles and Chicago usually helped in the kitchen, but today's feast was on another level.
Fiona had thought something simple.
"Stuart and Lyold helped too!" Chicago said.
Stuart quickly added, "We just assisted; Miss Solomon did most of the work!"
Lyold nodded in agreement.
Darwin picked up Chicago. "Sweetie, you did an amazing job. I'm about to cry."
"Don't cry!" Chicago quickly covered Darwin's eyes. "Mom, Dad, try it and see if it's good!"
To their surprise, the food was delicious.
Stuart smiled and said, "Miss Solomon is very precise. If the recipe calls for a certain amount of seasoning, she sticks to it exactly."
Burl, focused on eating, gave a thumbs up and mumbled, "Chicago, you’ve got some serious cooking skills! This is fantastic!"
Chicago blushed.
The tension from Ethan's sudden departure had eased over the past few days.
Dinner ended on a high note.
As everyone was leaving, Chicago quietly approached Darwin and whispered, "Dad, are you happy? Are you content?"
Darwin was taken aback.
Then, he hugged her gently and said with all sincerity, "Of course, because of you all, I'm happy every moment."
"That's great!" Chicago patted Darwin's shoulder. "Dad, don't worry, my brother and I will always make you and Mom very happy!"
"You're amazing," Darwin nodded.
They chatted in the corner.
Fiona was on the phone with Thalassa, glancing over occasionally.
Thalassa said, "It's good that Stella can go out with Alexander, so she doesn't always have to be alone thinking about Mason."
"Yes," Fiona replied.
Stella had gone out with Alexander earlier that day.
They mentioned a photography exhibition in the capital city that Stella was excited about, so they decided to fly over to see it.
After a bit more chatting, Melissa woke up.
They ended the call.
The next day, the kids had to report to school.
While they were taking baths, Fiona organized their schoolwork and packed their little backpacks.
Cooking often leads to minor injuries, and Chicago was no exception.
After her bath, she showed Fiona a spot on her arm where oil had splashed.
"Mom, it doesn't hurt," she said cheerfully, probably to keep Fiona from worrying, as Fiona applied medicine. "Mom, was the food I cooked really that good?"
"It was excellent," Fiona said without hesitation, giving a thumbs up.
"That's good!" Chicago then leaned softly on Fiona's shoulder.
"What's wrong?" Fiona gently patted her back, sensing something was on Chicago's mind.
"Mom, you're always worried about Dad," Chicago said softly. "If I can make Dad happier, you'll worry less, Mom."
Fiona's heart suddenly trembled.
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