Molly, feeling a bit restless, grabbed her laptop and papers, heading back to her room to dive into some more reading on the bed.
Chad, itching to call his wife but wary of giving himself away, turned to Donnie, who was working the night shift. "Hey, can you check on what Molly's up to for me?"
"What's going on with you two this time?" Donnie asked, intrigued.
The precinct was buzzing with bets about why Officer Chad wasn't heading home. Was Molly not pampering him anymore, or did he mess up again, getting himself booted out by Molly?
Colleagues nearby were placing their bets, convinced that Officer Chad must've been kicked out by Molly.
A detective nearby chuckled, "How are we even supposed to bet on this? It's almost certain Chad's in the doghouse with Molly again."
Donnie reached out, "Molly, what are you up to?"
“Killing brain cells,” Molly replied dryly.
Donnie turned to Chad, confused. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Chad got the hint. “Let's not bother her then.”
Meanwhile, across the globe, Andre checked his watch and launched a video call to his wife. As soon as the call connected, a chubby little face filled the screen, followed by darkness.
“Henry?”
“Ba-ba~” Henry was staring at his dad through the phone, having just tested his baby teeth on it.
“Where’s Mia?”
Mia appeared next, wrapped in a towel with her hair bundled up, still damp. “Yes?”
Andre, feeling oddly anxious, asked, “Mia, what are you doing?”
“Questioning my life choices.”
Andre was speechless.
He wanted to chat more, but Mia disappeared, leaving father and son in a staring contest, with Andre clearly seeing Henry's drool.
At ten that night, Henry was being super fidgety, almost rolling off the bed, so Mia decided to hold him while going through her documents. He was so restless that he ended up getting scolded by his mom, all while his dad watched the “show” via video.
His cries were driving Mia’s head into a buzz of noise.
Andre felt a pang seeing Mia struggle, thinking he should have taken Henry with him to avoid disrupting her. He needed a plan to get this little rascal out of the way.
So, Conner’s phone rang. “Still thinking about chasing Annie?”
Later, Andre recommended a movie to Mia. “If the concepts are confusing, watch this; it ties into your paper.”
Late at night, Mia lay in bed with her son, watching the movie Andre suggested. Initially, Henry watched with wide, curious eyes, but by the time the credits rolled, he was nestled in her arms, fast asleep.
The next morning, Mia and Henry slept in until ten.
Molly saw Mia come down and handed her a template. “Donnie sent this template last night. It fits your thesis topic perfectly. It might make things a bit easier for you.”
With a template, things were looking up.
They both pulled out their laptops and got to work.
Meanwhile, Conner was on another mission to find Annie.
On his sixth attempt, Annie was coaxed out of the police station. Seeing no little tiger with him, she turned to leave.
Conner insisted, “I really have it today.”
“Where is it then? Show me the little tiger,” Annie challenged.
Conner grabbed her wrist, “Come on, let’s head to Maplewood Estates to fetch our son.”
They drove over, but the servant informed them no one was home.
Conner called Andre, “Hey, where’s my godson? You didn’t keep your word.”
Andre was bewildered by his friend's antics. “I’m not home. My wife and kid must be at my dad’s.”
Half an hour later, they arrived at the Cedillo family home.
Upon entering, Conner exuded an air of mischief.
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