"Where are they?"
Barry asked again, his voice deeper and colder than before.
Lucy stood at the stairs, forcing a stiff smile. "Maybe... maybe the nannies took the children out to sunbathe? It's nice out today, it's normal for them to go out for a while..."
Barry frowned, his voice turning sharp.
"The second and third can go out, but the fourth was just born. What if he gets sick outside?"
Lucy froze.
She looked at Barry and saw his brows tightly furrowed, obvious displeasure in his eyes.
In the past, he always nodded and agreed with whatever she said, never speaking to her harshly.
When she said the children would stay elsewhere, he said okay.
When she said she hired nannies, he believed her.
She had never seen him speak to her like this about the children.
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