"Fitch, can we please go to Grandma's? I really want go there." Dorian pleaded, his big eyes brimming with a sheen of moisture that could melt the stoniest of hearts.
"I want to go too, Fitch. Please let us." Elowen chimed in, her pout as effective as a siren's call.
Fitch felt his resolve dissolving under the weight of their adorable entreaties. How could he bear to deny them?
The problem was, he simply didn't have the authority to let the children leave the sprawling confines of Royal Estates.
Seeing Fitch's troubled expression, Thalassa reassured him, "Don't worry, I just called Lysander, and he agreed."
"You called him?" Fitch asked with uncertainty.
"Of course, I did. Look at the call log if you don't believe me." Thalassa whipped out her phone, showing the most recent call to Lysander just five minutes prior.
She only let Fitch glance at it before putting her phone away, then reassured him, "You see, it was just five minutes ago. Lysander did agree to let the kids to their grandma's. Remember he agreed before? What's there to worry about, Fitch?"
Fitch offered an apologetic smile and wiped the sweat from his brow, "It's not that, Ms. Everhart. As their mother, you obviously adore the children. It's just that we, the staff, must follow Lysander's orders to the letter. If anything goes wrong, it's on us. But since you've spoken to Lysander, then it's settled."
Despite only having a brief look, Fitch had seen the timestamp confirming Thalassa's claim.
Continuing to prevent Thalassa and the children from leaving would seem like he was opposing her, something he had no intention or courage to do.
"Alright then, Fitch. May I have the keys to the black Lamborghini?" she asked.
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