Chapter 1287

Odell held Flint in one hand and a briefcase in the other. He had been very busy recently, and she only saw him once every four to five days. The last time she saw him was four days ago. These days, Sylvia was also busy with work matters and accompanying Madam Carter, so she did not have much contact with him. She grinned at him. "Odell, did Flint cause you any trouble?" Odell curled his lips and was just about to say something when Flint piped up, "Mommy, I was a good boy." Then, he buried his face into the crook of his father's neck in guilt. Odell carried him into the elevator. Sylvia glanced at the little guy and asked Odell, "Where are you taking him?" Odell handed her the briefcase which she took. "Nowhere. We're going home," he replied while pressing the button for the first floor with his free hand. The elevator descended. Sylvia asked curiously, "Aren't you busy?" "Well, I'm almost done for today." "Oh." She did not ask any more questions or say anything else. Ode