“Agatha!”
“Yes ma'am.” The woman who seemed to be in her late fifties answered without hesitation.
“Get my baby boy and bath. Oh, and also, ready him to be tutored please.”
"Welcome home, Jack! Would you like a snack before we start your homework?" Agatha asked before taking Jack away.
"Yes! Can I have some cookies and milk?"
At home, Jack seemed to be a saint, but outside, he was a menace.
“You heard the boy,” Kira said as she threw the accessories on her body onto a house keeper that stood beside her.
Mrs. Robinson, Kira's mother, made her into the living room with a dull look on her.
"I have a charity gala on Saturday night. Are you and daddy joining us for the event?"
Mrs. Robinson took a minute before answering. “Your father would like to see you. He's in the study.”
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