Chapter 815 The Nanny

However, seeing the excitement and anticipation on Gwendolyn’s face, he couldn’t say anything else, only responding, “I’ll listen to my wife.”

An hour later, two cheerful little figures ran up to Gwendolyn and Cedrick, chattering excitedly about the fun things that happened on their way.

Nico, on the other hand, was laden with all sorts of things, such as a milk bottle, a backpack, a water cup, a small towel, and a little jacket.

With a playful smile, Gwendolyn couldn’t help but tease, “Nico, you’re definitely going to make a great dad in the future.”

After getting teased by Gwendolyn, Nico blushed in an instant, even his cars turned red.

Seeing him like that, Gwendolyn leaned closer to Summer and whispered, “Summer, you guys should hurry up too. Benny and Zendy are already five years old. It’s time they had a playmate.”

“Oh, Gwendolyn…”

Summer, feeling shy from the teasing, quickly scurried off to keep herself busy by the lake.

The afternoon sun was just right, so Nico and Summer were busy preparing the barbecue.

Not far away, there was another family, carefree and joyful. A family of four was relaxing under a tree, enjoying the fruits they had bought.

A gentle breeze swept by, bringing immense comfort.

Cedrick watched Nico and Summer busily working by the lake, and said to Gwendolyn with a smile, “We were the ones who suggested the barbecue, but they ended up doing all the work. It really isn’t right.”

Despite saying that, he didn’t move an inch away from his wife. From behind, Benedict quietly said, “Daddy, you’re playing innocent after taking advantage.”

Those words made the rest of them burst into laughter.

The joyous times always seemed fleeting. After enjoying a barbecue and watching the sunset, the two families finally parted ways.

The two children were so exhausted that they fell into a deep sleep as soon as they got in the car, their bodies and minds completely content.

At ten o’clock in the evening, Swain emailed the final verdict of Joe’s case to Cedrick.

The result of the judicial review confirmed all charges against Joe, sentencing him to death. The execution by firing squad was to be carried out within three days.

The verdict was densely packed with the list of crimes committed by Joe, but Cedrick’s gaze was fixed on the words “death penalty approved.”

The door to the study was tightly shut, Gwendolyn had been waiting for him for a while, but he didn’t come out. She pushed the door open and walked in, only to see Cedrick standing straight by the window, his silhouette somewhat desolate.

She wrapped her arms around him from behind, her voice soft as she asked, “Hubby, what’s wrong?”

“Joe will be executed by a firing squad in three days!”

Cedrick’s voice was muffled. Knowing Joe was Cedrick’s former comrade, Gwendolyn instantly understood what was troubling him.

“Then you should see him off that day,” she said. No matter what, that person was once a comrade who fought alongside him.

Cedrick didn’t say anything. He slowly turned around, held Gwendolyn in his arms, and called out with certainty, “Gwenny.”

“Yes. I’m here,” she answered. I will always be here.

The two of them remained in their embrace until Gwendolyn’s feet grew tired. Only then did they retire.

to their bedroom to rest.

Three days later, Joe was led to the place of execution. Cedrick, dressed in black, stood on the opposite. side of the execution grounds with his hands behind his back, his eyes calm and serene.

That day was the day of Joe’s execution. The electronic locks that were originally attached to his hands and feet had all been removed. The police officer had securely tied him up with hemp rope.

“This is your last moment in this world. Is there anything else you’d like to say?” The question from the executor echoed in his ears. Joe lifted his head, and the moment he saw Cedrick, his eyes lit up, and he laughed mockingly.

“So, have you come to mock me today? Are you eager to see how miserable I’ll be when I die?” Joe asked.

Cedrick remained silent, pulling out the aged wine he had brought from behind him.

He removed the cork and poured the wine onto the ground, saying calmly, “A toast to a dearly departed friend.”

Joe stared at him blankly, seemingly surprised by his words. In the end, he felt that with his statement, everything was enough.

“Cedrick, don’t think you’ve won.” Joe laughed heartily. His tone was casual when he added, “It’s clear that I let you.”

Even though he was in prison, facing execution by firing squad, he actually had a way to escape.

But that time, he didn’t want to run away anymore.

Throughout his life, he had taken many lives and done countless deeds, yet he never had the chance to be with the one he truly loved.

In truth, he could see the suspicious aspects of Eryn, but he liked her a lot. He was willing to make excuses for her, willing to be deceived by her, all because she was Eryn.

The initial vengeance suddenly lost its meaning when Cedrick exposed the truth.

The purpose of his existence, too, was extinguished along with it.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, and a bullet pierced accurately through the heart. Joe curled the corner of his lips and died.

Cedrick poured another glass of wine onto the ground. His expression was cold, and he was keeping silent.

Meanwhile, at Newton Group, Isaac relayed the news to Charles, “Mr. Newton, Joe is dead. He was executed by a firing squad today.”

Charles’s hands, which were busy typing, paused for a moment. He responded with a hum. He was such a b”stard. His death wouldn’t make any difference to me.

Charles abruptly changed the topic. “What is she doing?”

Isaac didn’t react immediately, but he quickly remembered who Charles meant. Hence, Isaac responded, “Right now, Mrs. Newton is still in her internship period. Every day, she’s busy with various tasks in the logistics department, inputting data, organizing documents, and sometimes even cleaning up the department and running errands like buying coffee for other employees.”

Charles’s eyebrows furrowed instantly. What? They even had the audacity to make her clean and run errands! An internship isn’t about playing nanny. Doesn’t she know how to stand up for herself?

Charles was very upset when he was flipping through the documents in irritation. Suddenly, his hand came to a halt. A terrifying aura radiated from him.

The air in the office suddenly became tense.

Isaac stood silently in place, not daring to make a sound.

Bang!

A stack of documents was slapped onto the office desk. Charles spoke out coldly, “Warn the chief of the logistics department. Tell her that if Whitney is only here to play nanny, she doesn’t need to complete the probation period.”

Isaac looked troubled, cautiously saying, “Mr. Newton, Mrs. Newton is merely an intern now. She really can’t afford to offend anyone-” Charles had never been an intern, so he had no idea about the difficulties an intern faces.

Everyone in the company was adept at kicking someone when they were down. Besides, as an intern.

Whitney was supposed to understand the operations of every department. If someone pressured her under this pretext, she couldn’t refuse.

Charles shot Isaac a glance, causing the latter to swallow all his unfinished words.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Newton. I will go and make the arrangements right now.” Isaac practically fled from the CEO’s office, only wiping the cold sweat from his forehead the moment the door closed behind him.

In the logistics department, Whitney was busy sorting out the work given to her by the chief, her hands constantly moving, tapping on the keyboard.

Isaac walked over, tapped her desk, and said, “Whitney, could you step outside with me for a moment?”

“Huh?” Deeply engrossed in a screen full of numbers, Whitney was caught off guard when her name was suddenly called out.

Upon seeing it was Isaac, she asked, “Is there something you need?”

When Isaac arrived, all eyes turned to him. Everyone was eager to hear something, their faces revealing a keen interest in gossip.

Those days, the rumors about Whitney and Isaac never completely faded away. Even though the chatter had significantly lessened, it was still etched in people’s minds.

Isaac said softly, “There are instructions from Mr. Newton.”

Charles? What does he want from me? Whitney followed Isaac out when he mentioned Charles.

Those in the logistics department who disapproved of Whitney saw her leaving with Isaac again and couldn’t help but reveal a look of contempt. They then started whispering among themselves.

“She vehemently denied it, and now she’s off with him again. It’s clear she got in through unscrupulous means, yet she still tries to argue her way out of it.”

“Exactly. With her qualifications and education, she’s hardly fit to work with us at Newton Group.”