Chapter 173 Business Cards
That evening, Fiona caught up with her best friend over drinks, someone she hadn't seen much due to their busy schedules. They talked about so many things.
Late that night. Fiona quietly entered her son and daughter's room, carried the little ones to her own room, and contentedly fell asleep with her children.
In the middle of the night, Charles woke and noticed Fiona's blanket had slipped off. With a sigh, he covered her, and tucked his sister's kicked-off feet back under the blankets.
Only then did he fall asleep peacefully.
Ashton suffered from headaches when she drank too much and couldn't sleep.
She sat on the bay window, looking at the messages from Chris.
Chris: Answer the phone, let's talk.
Chris: I was just dealing with my dad.
Chris: Are you going to keep giving me the cold shoulder, Ashton?
Chris: Please don't be like this, I'm already exhausted.
Chris usually speaks very little. Their chat history is sparse. Today, he's spoken quite a bit, though.
Ashton let out a sigh and started typing: I've thought it over, let's end it.
Each word cuts through her heart like a blade.
She typed out the message, staring at it until it blurred before her eyes.
'Let's end it', those words, they hurt too much.
About fifteen minutes later, Ashton sent the message despite the pain.
Spring rain was pitter-pattering outside.
Ashton hugged her knees, waiting for Chris's reply.
Chris kept a regular schedule, by this time, he should have been fast asleep.
Ashton didn't expect a reply.
But shortly after she sent her text, her phone buzzed. She glanced at it.
On the screen, Chris had replied succinctly with one word: "Okay."
Ashton began to laugh.
Was he just waiting for her to speak up all this time?
This was really great!
Still laughing, Ashton picked up her phone and deleted Chris's contact information, followed by all their photos in the private album.
After erasing everything, Ashton looked out the window and exhaled a long breath.
Just like waking from an extended dream, she came to her senses on that spring day.
The next morning, Ashton stared at her dark circles in the mirror while having breakfast and used a beauty instrument to reduce the swelling.
"You should've drunk less." Fiona said as she floated to the opposite side of the table.
"How do you bounce back so quickly? You drank, you cried, so why am I the only one looking like a pig's head?" Ashton grumbled with frustration.
"Natural beauty." Fiona quipped, brewing a cup of black coffee.
Ashton snorted, "The little pig isn't up yet?"
"Chicago's still in bed, but Charles is up and brushing his teeth."
"Charles is destined to inherit the Rhoads family estate, right?" Ashton asked as she looked on enviously, "He's so young, but he's already got the vibe of a boss."
Fiona smiled, "My son will do whatever he wants in the future."
"Who knows, Solomon might be his too." Ashton whispered.
The smile faded from Fiona's face, "Let whoever wants that estate have it."
"Look at the mess you've made of yourself!" Ashton declared, finishing her juice, "I need to do my makeup, I've got an important client today."
"Good luck!"
Ashton headed upstairs with determination to put on makeup.
On the staircase, she ran into Charles.
"Good morning."
Ashton bent down and quickly kissed Charles.
"Good morning, precious Charles!"
Charles watched Ashton walk away, then, feeling suddenly self-conscious, he returned to the washroom to wash his face.
When he came out again, he saw Chicago clutching a stuffed animal, standing barefoot at the bathroom door, looking like she hadn't yet woken up.
"Good morning." Charles greeted.
"I was sleepwalking." said Chicago, her eyes half-closed, "I ended up in Mommy's bed."
"Are you silly?" Charles walked over and tapped her forehead. "Mommy carried you there."
"Oh." Chicago nodded. Then she headed to her own room.
Charles followed, thinking she must have awakened, but she then flopped back onto her bed and fell fast asleep again.
Fiona was also busy today. After having breakfast with Charles, she went upstairs to check on Chicago.
"Chicago?" Fiona called softly.
Struggling to open her eyes, Chicago murmured, "Mommy…"
"I'm going off to work." Fiona said.
Chicago struggled to get up, hugged Fiona around the neck, and kissed her cheek, "Go get 'em, Mommy."
Seeing that she could barely keep her eyes open, Fiona chuckled and kissed her twice. "Alright, go back to sleep."
As Fiona reached the door, Chicago's head was buried in the pillow, she continued to sleep.
Fiona looked at her with a tender heart. But then, her mind shifted to Darwin holding her, which made Fiona sigh, closing the bedroom door. She then changed into her work attire, and drove to the studio.
After the exhausting day yesterday, filled with an art exhibition and playtime with Darwin that ended in tears, it was no wonder Chicago slept until noon. No wonder she was so exhausted and slept until noon.
After a fulfilling sleep, Chicago sat up, rubbing her eyes.
Wendy had been waiting for a while, seeing Chicago awake, she approached with a smile. "Awake? How about some raspberry cake?"
Chicago nodded eagerly.
Wendy hurried off to fetch it.
Chicago got up to brush her teeth and wash her face, her attention drawn to a small bag hanging on the bedpost.
It was a gift from the kind uncle at the park.
Feeling a bit sad, she walked over, took down the bag, and slung it over her shoulder.
Then, she patted the bag, and to her surprise, there seemed to be something inside.
Unzipping it, she pulled out a black card with gold lettering.
She recognized the name Solomon, along with a string of phone numbers on the card.
But no matter, Chicago had the ultimate reading tool. She ran over to her desk and picked up a scanning pen.
Soon, a mechanical voice read aloud, "Darwin, CEO of Solomon Investment Group."
Chicago remembered. During the art auction, that lady addressed the uncle as Darwin.
So, this was Uncle's business card! Realizing this, Chicago immediately jumped up, filled with joy.
"Miss, your raspberry cake is here!" Chicago quickly hid the business card.
For breakfast, Chicago had a small piece of raspberry cake, a cup of hot milk, some strawberries, and an egg.
Chicago savored the delicious raspberry cake, her mind racing. Even though she now had her uncle's business card, she didn't have a phone... How was she to contact her uncle?
Meanwhile, Chicago's paintings had also been delivered to the Darwin household. The address he had registered was his former mansion, a place he had barely returned to over the years. After receiving a call, Darwin finished his work and decided to visit.
"Mr. Solomon, this is a card from the young artist, thanking you for your support of the education charity." said the person delivering the paintings as Darwin received the card.
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