William stood in the living room, his face etched with anticipation.
Elly was taken aback, then chuckled, "Daddy has important things to do, but he promised to return in a couple of days. Once he’s done with his current tasks, he’ll be sure to come back."
She raised her hand and ruffled William’s hair, saying, "Be good, and look at your picture books here for a while. Mommy will go and make you dinner."
At the mention of Elly going to cook, William’s expression changed immediately, "Maybe... maybe let’s not?"
Did he really have to look so repulsed? Was her cooking that awful?
The little comrade, William, took his mommy’s hand and shook it coquettishly, suggesting,
"Mommy, how about we eat out until Daddy comes back? I don’t want you to work too hard, having to work and then cook for me."
He was clearly disgusted by her cooking, yet he pretended it was because he didn’t want her to overwork herself.
With such sweet words despite the disdain, the boy had high emotional intelligence.
Elly wanted to tease him a bit, so she said, "Cooking for you makes mommy happy, how could it be hard work?"
She tenderly ruffled her son’s hair, saying, "Be good and wait for Mommy; I’ll go make dinner for you now."
"Mommy, please don’t!!"
William’s short arms wrapped tightly around Elly’s thighs, fearing if he let go for even a second, Mommy would truly go and make dinner.
Whimper~~ Daddy, please come home. Mommy really shouldn’t cook, it’s simply too awful~~
Elly couldn’t help but twitch the corner of her mouth as she looked at her son’s frightened appearance.
He truly was her own child.
Alright, no more scaring him.
After a quick tidy up, she took William out for dinner, and then to the supermarket to buy some simple breakfast items. By the time they returned home, it was just past seven in the evening.
"Go take a bath first, then Mommy will tell you a story."
Ever since she realized she had been neglecting her son’s daily growth, Elly decided to spend as much time as possible with him when she was at home.
Just as she was getting ready to go upstairs, Elly’s phone rang; it was a call from CEO Greenhill Ainley—
"Chairwoman, there’s been an incident."
"I’ve sent you a link on Instagram, please take a look."
After hanging up the phone, Elly received the Twitter post sent by Greenhill. It was accusing their company of being callous and indifferent to the lives of their employees.
Scrolling through, the posts were almost all criticizing them.
After reading it, she called Greenhill back.
"What exactly happened?"
"Here’s the situation: at our West City construction project, a worker fell from the exterior wall’s scaffolding because he missed his step. Luckily, he landed on some foam, so when he fell, he landed on his feet, just breaking a leg bone—there’s no life-threatening danger," Greenhill answered on the phone.
"This was originally a minor issue. I personally went to the hospital this afternoon to handle it. I don’t know why this post would suddenly surface now."
Greenhill recounted the events to Elly.
"The worker’s son had some altercation with me, but in the end, we resolved it. The post seems like it’s deliberately targeting our company."
Of course it was deliberate.
Elly sneered internally, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes.
"I understand. Have the Technical Department trace the IP and instruct the public relations department to issue a statement to clarify the situation."