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She placed her fork down and glanced at Luna. “Yes, you might say I’m at lazy mother,” she remarked. “But the truth is, I prioritize nurturing my child’s independence.
“I’d rather not have a three or four¨Cyear¨Cold who can’t feed themself and relies on others for nourishment; it’s almost as if their limbs have atrophied.
Luna’s expression shifted uncomfortably. “But Asher is still very young and needs to be looked after.”
At that moment, Timothy’s voice turned cold as he exclaimed, “Just let him eat on his own!””
Luna was taken aback by Timothy’s words, noticing his displeased expression.
She quickly bent down and encouraged Asher, “Asher, Uncle Tim wants to see you eat on your own. Please be a good boy and finish your food, okay?”
“I don’t want to eat by myself! I don’t want to eat by myself!” Asher suddenly threw his spoon in a fit of rage.
Luna’s expression grew uneasy. She grabbed Asher’s arm and forced a smile, saying, “Asher, why are you throwing a tantrum all of a sudden? Are you being difficult just because Uncle Tim is here? You always eat independently at home. Why can’t you do it now?”
“I just don’t want to! At home, the nanny always feeds me, I won’t eat on my own!” Asher’s tone was sharp, betraying a spoiled attitude,
“Asher Maynard!” Luma’s frustration was growing. She had hoped to make a good impression in front of Timothy, but now it seemed like she was only causing trouble for herself.
Mia glanced over with a smirk. “Ms. Maynard, Asher looks like he’s about to cry. Let’s not push him to do something he’s not used to.”
Luna’s expression darkened instantly. How dare Monalize ridicule her?
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Mia retrieved some clean utensils from a nearby shelf and handed them to Luna. “Why don’t you start by feeding Asher,” she suggested.
“Ms. Monalize, just so you know, Asher can feed himself; he’s just a little shy,” Luna retorted.
Taking the utensils, she placed them in Asher’s hand and whispered, “If you don’t do as I say, there will be consequences when we get home!”
As a child, Asher instinctively felt scared and obediently took the utensils. However, his movements were somewhat shaky.
He struggled to hold the utensils steadily, let alone pick up the food.
Sitting opposite them, Ginger skillfully used her cutlery to eat her vegetables and meat. Despite her small hands, she was undoubtedly more adept than Asher.
The contrast between them was stark, highlighting Asher’s disadvantage.
Just then, Ginger picked up a piece of meat with her fork and placed it on Mia’s plate. “Mommy, have some.”
Mia smiled warmly and replied, “Thank you, sweetie.”
Without hesitation, Ginger then picked up another piece and placed it on Timothy’s plate. “Tim, here you go,” she offered.
As Timothy looked at the meat Ginger had given him, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Observing the situation, Luna quickly interjected, “Mr. Barrett is a bit of a germaphobe. He typically doesn’t share his food with others, especially if it has been touched by someone else.”
Standing up, Luna continued, “Tim, I’ll help you get a fresh plate and a new set of cutlery.”
Ginger appeared flustered, her gaze shifting toward Timothy. The smile that had lit up her face moments ago now faded slightly.
However, Timothy gazed at the meat on his plate and proceeded to eat it without a trace of hesitation.
Ginger beamed with a bright smile. “Is it tasty?” she asked eagerly.
Timothy’s lips curled slightly as he replied, “Yes, it’s good. Just focus on your meal and don’t worry about the adults, okay?”
Everyone at the table was taken aback
Mia’s eyes betrayed a hint of surprise. She hadn’t expected Timothy to eat the food Ginger had cut for him.
After all, individuals with germaphobia typically disliked others handling their food.
Luna was equally shocked by the scene. The fact that Timothy had eaten the food Ginger had offered was simply unbelievable.
After all, everyone in the Barrett family knew about Timothy’s germaphobia, and no one would dare to touch upon that sensitive issue.
While Ginger was picking out Timothy’s food earlier, Luna initially thought her moment had come.
Much to her surprise, Timothy went ahead and ate the food Ginger had offered him.
With a firm grip, Luna held onto the plate and cutlery. Stepping forward, she offered, “Tim, I’ll fetch you another set of utensils.”
Holding his plate, Timothy frowned as he glanced at Luna. “Instead of focusing on others, why don’t you spend more time helping Asher?
“He can’t even pick up his cutlery to eat on his own. He’s so big and still needs to be fed! What kind of teaching methods are you using?”
Luna’s dignity crumbled under Timothy’s stern reprimand.
Watching the unfolding scene, Mia intervened, saying, “Mr. Barrett, let’s not be too harsh. It’s natural for mothers to spoil their children. As a single mom, Ms. Maynard is bound to indulge Asher a bit.”
Timothy couldn’t help but let out a disdainful snort. Nonetheless, he decided not to say anything more in front of the children.
Flushed with embarrassment, Luna returned to her seat, shooting Asher a glare and feeling utterly humiliated.
At that moment, Ginger placed her utensils on the table. “I’m full, Mommy. Can I go play with my toys?”
“Of course,” Mia replied.
Turning to Asher, Luna remarked, “Asher, it seems like you’re not interested in eating either. Why don’t you join her and play with the toys?
Luna was determined to prevent Asher from misbehaving further and leaving a negative impression on Timothy.
Feeling relieved, Asher set down his utensils and headed toward the play area.
Now, only the three adults remained at the table.
Luna was determined to improve Asher’s image in Timothy’s eyes.
She explained, “Tim, I understand that Asher has been a bit spoiled. When we get home, I’ll ensure he learns how to eat on his own. I won’t allow the nanny from the Barrett family to continue feeding him anymore.”
“Hmm.” Timothy simply responded with a humm.
As Mia finished up her meal, she turned to Timothy and asked, “Why does Asher need a nanny from the Barrett family to take care of him?”
While the investigation revealed little about Luna’s relationship with Timothy, it was evident that Luna, along with Asher, had been living in the Barrett residence.
Indeed, their relationship appeared to be anything but ordinary.
Luna’s expression brightened with a smile. “It’s challenging for me to raise a child by myself. After a previous bad experience with a nanny, Mrs. Barrett was concerned for Asher’s well¨Cbeing and arranged for a new nanny to assist.”
Finally, Monalize inquired about Asher’s identity.
Mia raised an eyebrow. “Is Asher your son, Mr. Barrett?”
“No,” Timothy denied firmly.
Luna seemed somewhat embarrassed as she uttered, “Regardless, Asher is still part of the Barrett bloodline.”
Mia was puzzled by Luna’s statement. Despite Timothy’s denial that Asher was his son, Luna continued to insist that he was connected to the Barce lineage.
However, Timothy was an only child!
“Oh! I’m going to beat you! I’ll keep hitting you until you’re dead! How dare you take my toy!”
Suddenly, Asher’s voice echoed nearby.
As Mia turned around, she noticed Ginger being pinned to the ground by Asher. Her expression quickly shifted, and she dashed over without hesitation. “Why are you attacking her?”
Pushing Asher aside, Mia quickly scooped Ginger up, embracing her tightly, “Ginger, are you alright? Can you let Mommy know if you’re hurt?”
Nonetheless, Ginger offered no response. She weakly leaned against Mia’s chest before slipping into unconsciousness.
Mia’s heart raced with fear as she begged, “Ginger, please wake up, don’t scare mommy!”
Luna expressed her surprise, musing, “It seems like just a small squabble between the kids. Knowing Asher, he’s not typically that rough. Is it possible that Ginger might be suffering from some other ailment?”
Timothy sternly intervened, “Luna, keep your mouth shut!”
With that, he picked up the unconscious Ginger and cradled her in his arms. “I’ll take her to the hospital.”
Mia’s eyes reddened slightly as she glanced back at Luna, a hint of hostility in her gaze. “If anything happens to Ginger, I won’t let you off the hook.”
Luna instinctively shielded Asher behind her. Nervously, she asked, “What do you plan to do? Asher is still so young; he doesn’t grasp the situation.”
“You’d better pray Ginger is alright!” Mia retorted as she left the lounge, leaving Luna visibly shaken.
With a pale complexion, she turned to Asher and asked, “Asher, why did you hit Ginger, especially with Uncle Tim nearby? How many times have 1 reminded you? You need to win Uncle Tim’s favor and be on your best behavior when he’s around.”
“But Mommy, I can’t stand her. I hate her for taking Uncle Tim away from me.”
Asher threw a tantrum, seemingly oblivious to the gravity of the situation.