That night.
While most people had gone to the nightlife event—something suggested by Ansel—Althea was at home bonding with her children.
She had never been fond of the nightlife, especially not now that she had children.
On the other hand, Sheila, Harold, and even Eugene were pulled in by their work teams. Althea had asked them to take some profit from the shops and treat the staff, as a belated celebration for the opening of many of her shops.
The children were already in their bedrooms at this time, and though Maya had tried very hard to come with the adults, a little bedtime story got her snoring within a few minutes.
Her babies though, were still full of energy because they had a good nap earlier in the day.
But it was fine. She wanted to spend more time with them, anyway.
She watched smilingly as her son rolled around the cot while her daughter tried endlessly to reach for the ceiling.
