My Babies, My Love

Chapter 47

After all that was settled, Patricia limped out of the security room. While taking the elevator down

to the indoor playground, she thought she had the worst luck—to think she would meet a thief in a

mall of all places. Meanwhile, Stellan helped Sylvie, who was drenched in sweat from all the

playing, wipe down her face and neck. On the other hand, Scott held a kid’s water bottle, making

sure their little sister stayed hydrated.

Once they saw that Patricia had returned, the triplets stood waiting for her, and it was then the

boys discovered their mother was walking funny. Thus, the two went up to help her. “Mommy, did

you sprain your ankle?”

Patricia forced a smile upon hearing their warm concern. “The floor here is so slippery, and I

accidentally twisted my ankle.”

She didn’t tell them the truth, for she didn’t want them to be upset as well.

“Tricia, have some water.” Sylvie brought Patricia’s water bottle over, which the latter took. It wasn’t

until Patricia took a few sips of water that she finally felt alive again.

“You guys go ahead and play. I’ll wait right here,” she said with a smile.

Sylvie had such a wild time earlier that she instantly dragged her brothers back into the playground

with her.

Meanwhile, Patricia stared mindlessly ahead while propping her chin up. Perhaps the ring was

never meant to be hers, and perhaps she was never destined to find that sc*mbag.

Losing it was heaven’s will.

…

The weather at the outskirt golf course was perfect. The blue sky was clear with not a cloud in

sight, and the warm winter sun made one feel comfortable.

Nikola held a golf club and made a rather dashing pose before swinging it. Though the ball was

sent flying far away, it didn’t enter the hole.

Percy chuckled in response. “Nik, how come you’re still as bad as the last time we played

together?”

Meanwhile, Isaac swung his club, and the ball landed right into the hole.

Seeing so, Nikola gave up in an instant. “That’s it, I’m done. I can’t beat you guys.”

Percy was in the army; more specifically, he was a major general. The guys barely met him once a

year, and he only returned this time because his grandfather had forced him to come home for

blind dates. He wasn’t getting any younger, and it was time he thought about continuing their

family name.

The trio walked up to the stone table nearby and took a break while sipping their drinks.

Nikola was dressed in white sportswear and a white baseball cap. He reached for the visor and

pulled it downward, covering his eyes.

Meanwhile, the two hunks sitting across from him were instead dressed in black sportswear.

Compared to Percy’s genuine bronze tan, Isaac was much fairer, but the latter had a pretty healthy

tan still.

Isaac checked the time to find it was already 4.00PM. Hence, he pulled his phone out to text

Patricia. ‘I’d like to have beef stew for tonight.”

After sending that text, he held his phone instead of putting it away, checking every now and then

to see if Patricia had replied. Of course, the other two got somewhat upset at his behavior.

“Ise, you’re not really seeing someone, are you?” Percy couldn’t help but ask.

Percy had asked Nikola and Isaac to join him for dinner when he returned last night. However,

Isaac said he was busy, so it was just him and Nikola at the table.

When Nikola kept telling him that Isaac couldn’t come because he was on a date, Percy thought

Nikola was plain bullsh*tting, believing that his friend might be a good doctor, but his words were

questionable.

Isaac got up in response and said, “I’m going to take a shower and get changed.” Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Percy looked at Nikola, feeling a little disappointed that Isaac didn’t want to talk about it. Then, the

two tacitly got up before they wrapped an arm around Isaac on his left and right. “Ise, we want to

have dinner at your place tonight. We can drink while we’re at it.”

“Sure,” Isaac agreed when they saw their expecting gazes.

With that, he strode away, escaping their clutches, and sent Patricia another text. ‘You don’t have

to come over anymore. You have the day off.’