Chapter: 2105

“Please, that'd be great. Thanks."

Moira waved off the gratitude with a dismissive gesture. "It's my job. Mr. Bates pays me well enough, so it's the least I can do."

As Moira headed into the kitchen, Bethany sat down on the sofa with her daughter nestled in her arms.

Pulling out her phone, she glanced at the screen. Surprisingly, there were no messages from Jonathan.

Usually, Jonathan would leave her a note or text, letting her know whether he was at work or out running errands. His morning updates had become a comforting routine.