The nanny and the bodyguard were also dumbfounded.

"Where are you going, Miss Tate? It is rather late."

Avery was rigid. She could not pretend that everything was fine, nor could she bring herself to fake a smile for the children.

She looked at Hayden with her red eyes and said, "Take care of your sister Hayden."

Hayden had always been strong, but his mother's face startled him.

No matter how mature he was, he was still just a five-year-old boy.

He reached out to grab onto Avery's sleeve a