Gilbert froze, as if struck across the face, a wild surge of agitation rising within him, something he had never felt in his entire life.
In the past, whenever he mentioned Alvin, Claire would always deny any connection without hesitation.
But today, she had admitted it.
A rush of humiliation and unwilling anger burned in his chest.
"Claire, you left three children in my care just so you could tend to another man? What kind of mother does that?" he snapped.
Claire's lips curved into a cold smile. With nannies and servants in the house, how much would he really do? At most, drive them to and from school and provide some presence. And besides, it was only three or four days.
"Then let the children decide," she said flatly, heading upstairs.
If they wanted to go with her, she would gladly take them. It would be the perfect chance to leave without being forced to stay here any longer.
In the upstairs study, three little heads were huddled together.
