With that, she gracefully circled Dulcie and exited the restaurant, her high heels clicking with authority.
Dulcie watched her retreating figure for a long moment, pondering her words.
âWhat are you doing? Youâre not getting paid to loaf around!â
Nearby, the managerâs scolding of other waiters shattered Dulcieâs reverie.
Quickly, she pocketed the card and returned to work.
She had several hours left before evening, ample time to mull over her decision.
In the car, Kyson, on the way to the Shaw family home with Destinee, dialed Nathanâs number.
He discovered that Nathan was away from the lab due to work commitments.
Meanwhile, Lucinda had delegated the responsibilities of the Simmons Group to her assistant.
She had taken the day off to accompany Colby during his infusion, but even in the ward, she continued to work remotely, juggling video conferences and other tasks.
Kyson asked the driver to turn back, his mind set on sending Destinee to the lab to keep Colby company for a while.
Upon their arrival at the lab, the ward door was slightly opened.
Kyson gently pushed the door open a bit wider.
Inside the room, Colby sat obediently on the bed, receiving his infusion.
Lucinda was engaged in a video meeting in the adjacent room, at Colbyâs behest.
Concealing the guilt and pity flickering in his eyes, Kyson placed Destinee gently on the floor, squatting down to meet her gaze.
In a voice barely above a whisper, he said, âDestinee, go in and spend some time with Colby.
We donât want him to dwell on things, right? Iâm leaving now, but Iâll be at N&L Fairy Land first thing tomorrow to take you to kindergarten.
â
But Destinee, with a small, delicate hand, grasped his slender fingertips, holding him back from departing.
Destinee mimicked his tone, saying, âKyson, letâs stick by Colby.
You canât avoid him forever, right? Just say youâre sorry.
I bet heâll be touched eventually and forgive you.
â
Kysonâs face went pale.
He gently rubbed the back of her head and admitted, âSometimes saying sorry isnât enough.
I need to think of another way.
â
Destinee pursed her pink lips and said, âYouâre dodging the problem, arenât you?â
Kyson remained silent.
He was at a loss for words.
He hadnât figured out how to approach Colby yet.
Seeing Colby, always so quiet and unwell in bed, made him feel Like the biggest villain ever, powerless to make things right.
He felt incredibly frustrated.
Destinee tugged at his arm gently, pleading in a soft voice, âPlease, just come inside with me, okay? You know, when Daddy messes up, Mommy wonât talk to him either.
Then Daddy doesnât leave her alone.
He follows her everywhere.
To win her back, heâd do anything.
â