Elena's POV
“My dear baby boy, are you sure you will be okay on your own there?” I asked little Timothy as I helped him wear his shirt.
For the past two days, he has been complaining he wants to go to his grandma's house.
He claims he wishes to spend some time with her.
I don't understand why I feel this is all planned by Andre because the way the man had been smiling since yesterday when I agreed to let him go.
It was as if he had won a billion dollar contract.
“I will be fine, mummy. I'm mature now” he replied. I gave him the face that says.
'Oh really?'
I know Stella would take care of Timothy, she doesn't have anything against the little boy, but I know how much I missed him when I went over to sleep at Stella's place that day
I don't know if I can survive without Timothy
