NovelsFreeChapter 48 Cody rubbed his temples, muttering under his breath, “What is going on here? She's not even pretending to care anymore But Sarah paid no attention to Cody's disbelief.
Once Megan understood the process, Sarah excused herself, leaving the office without so much as a backward glance, At home, Sarah immersed herself in her work, sketching designs at her drafting table.
The lines of her pencil flowed across the paper, creating intricate patterns and shapes.
Her mind was focused and clear, a rare and precious state she cherished.
Then her phone buzzed, pulling her attention away.
She picked it up and saw Alex's nflashing on the screen.
With a sigh, she answered.
"Hello?" "Mom," Alex said, his tone direct, "can you chand cook dinner for me?" Sarah's pencil paused mid-stroke. "Alex," she said carefully, "I'm in the middle of something important. I can't drop everything and cover right now. Maybe another time." There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, followed by Alex's indignant reply.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"What? You're too busy to cook for me? Mom, con. I'm hungry, and I want your cooking." Sarah exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"Alex, I'm on a tight deadline. I've been working nonstop. It's not that I don't want to cook for you, but I can't make the trip today. You can tell the Nanny to prepare something for you, just this once.” In the past, Sarah would have dropped everything to fulfill Alex's request.
Whether it was making his favorite meal or helping him with something trivial, she had always put him and Arnold at the center of her priorities.
But those days, too, were behind her.
Alex, however, was unaccustomed to this version of his mother. "I don't care if you're busy," he said stubbornly. "You're my mom, and you're supposed to take care of me. If you don't cook, I won't eat anything tonight!" As Alex slammed his phone onto the table, his frustration simmered into anger.
"Why is Mommy doing this?" he muttered to himself. He expected Sarah to call back, apologize, and rush hto make his favorite meal.
That was how it always went.
But this time, the silence stretched, and no familiar ringtone interrupted his sulking.
36.2% Chapter 48 Meanwhile, back at her workspace, Sarah felt a dull ache forming at her temples.
She rubbed her forehead, trying to soothe the growing headache, but the sharp ding of a notification on her laptop stole her attention.
It was a message from Leo..
**Leo:** *Sarah, when can we expect the original drafts? I'm drowning here without your input.* Sarah sighed, scrolling through her calendar.
The handover schedule was tight, and she was already pushing herself to meet the deadlines. She quickly typed back: **Sarah:** *I should have everything ready in the next few days. Letconfirm the timeline for you.* The response was Instant.
**Leo:** *Thanks, Sarah. We're counting on you. Things are chaotic here, and your designs are crucial.* The two launched into a discussion about the company's development plans, diving deep into design specifics and upcoming projects.
Sarah's mind becengrossed in the conversation, and the tension of deadlines overshadowed Alex's earlier tantrum.
Back at home, Alex paced the living room, his stomach growling.
"She'll come," he muttered, half to himself and half to the empty room. "She *has* to come. She always does." But minutes turned into hours, and the sun began to dip below the horizon.
Hunger gnawed at him, and his patience ran out.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe stomped into the dining room, where the maid had set a hot meal on the table.
The aroma of roasted chicken and herbs filled the air, but it wasn't what Alex wanted. "This isn't what I asked for!" he snapped, shoving the plate off the table.
It crashed onto the floor, food scattering everywhere.
The maid gasped, her face pale with shock.
"Master Alex," she said gently, trying to keep her composure, "please\dalm down. I camprepare something else for you." "I don't want it!" Alex shouted. "I want Mom's cooking!" The maid, at her wit's end, decided to call Arnold.
Arnold arrived not long after, his presence commanding as always.
36.4% Chapter 49 His piercing gaze took in the mess on the floor and the tear streaked face of his son.
"Alex." he said, his voice firm but not unkind, "what is the meaning of this?" Alex pointed at the maid.
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