She was only a child after all. She was so obvious in hiding her emotions that she couldn't pretend to be deceived.
"How long did you sleep?" I asked Hendrix.
Anne answered before Hendrix could, "Daddy woke up in the morning. He helped Aurelia to wash up."
Did this mean that he has been doing Aaron's job and had less than three hours of sleep?
I felt a little distressed upon hearing this. Just then, Aaron came in. Our eyes met, and we both knew what the other was thinking about. He glanced over at Aurelia. He had placed the responsibility on Hendrix to take care of her.
Aaron felt guilty, so he walked directly towards the other side of the living room. He muttered to himself, "You can't blame me for this. It's all Aurelia's fault. She went to your room as soon as she woke up. I couldn't stop her!"
I pursed my lips and smiled. "So you went to sleep and let Hendrix take care of the children all by himself?"
"Why are you blaming me? She's your child." Aaron shrugged. He seemed ready to fight to the end on
this.
I had no choice but to ask Hendrix to get some rest upstairs. "Go to bed and rest. You haven't had any proper sleep for the past few days."
Even though the day before was because of...
Regardless, he wasn't a teenager. Proper rest was a top priority. He had to be careful with his health.
Hendrix said with a smile, "I'm used to it. I've been sleeping for three to four hours all these years. Don't worry about it."
I suddenly felt very upset. Hendrix had been used by the Marshall family as their source of income for several years. I couldn't imagine how difficult his life was compared to an ordinary person's.
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