CHAPTER EIGHTY
MONTHS LATER
Violet was almost due, her bump had grown visible but she was still going to work, Oliver had tried talking her out of working but she refused, she complained to him that couldn't stay at home and he let her be.
Violet was seated at the dining table having her breakfast. She wasn't concentrating on her food because all her attention was focused on staring at Oliver who sat beside Nanay giving her medicine.
"Here Nanay, you better take your medicine, I don't want you forgetting to do so, okay!" Oliver scolded as he passed Nanay a cup of water to swallow her medicine. Nanay took the medicine and gave Oliver back the cup.
"That's good Nanay," Oliver said, dropping the cup on the table, and patted her shoulder lightly before standing up.
Oliver sauntered
