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He opened the door. “You must be Bella and Tallulah. Mrs. Parrish is expecting you.”
HearingAmber called Mrs. Parrish was jarring, but Daphne walked in behind them, nodding at him.
“Please wait here, and I’ll get madam.”
Moments later, Amber breezed in, holding her new son.
Bella looked up at her and asked, “Where’s my daddy?”
“Bella, don’t you want to meet your little brother, Jackson Junior?” Amber asked as she brought the baby closer.
Bella stared at the child, a pout on her face. “He’s ugly. He’s all wrinkled.”
A look of hatred flashed across Amber’s face, and she turned to Daphne. “Why don’t you teach your children some manners?”
For once, Daphne was grateful for Bella’s bluntness. She gave Amber a cool look and put a hand on Bella’s shoulder. “Darling, don’t be rude.”
“Maybe your father forgot you were coming,” Amber said. “He’s buying toys for baby Jackson. He loves him so much. Do you want me to call and remind him?”
Tallulah looked up at Daphne in horror. Daphne wanted to kill Amber right then and there.
“Maybe we should reschedule the visit—” Daphne started, but Bella stomped her foot and interrupted her.
“No! We haven’t seen Daddy in weeks.”
“Of course you should stay,” Amber said. She turned to her butler. “Edgar, would you take Bella and Tallulah to the drawing room where they can wait for Mr. Parrish? I have things to do.”
“Please stay until Daddy comes,” Tallulah whispered to her mother.
Daphne squeezed Tallulah’s hand and whispered, “Of course I will.”
“Amber.”
“Yes?”
“I’ll wait with the girls. How long do you think he’ll be?”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re so overprotective. Suit yourself. I’m sure he’ll be home soon.”
Daphne took both of the girls’ hands in hers, and they followed Edgar to the “drawing room,” where an enormous portrait of Amber, pregnant and naked, was perched on the wall above the marble fireplace. One hand covered her breasts, and the other rested on her pregnant belly. The entire room showcased photos from their wedding, and Daphne realized that Amber wanted them to see it. She’d orchestrated Jackson’s being gone, knowing that Daphne wouldn’t leave the girls until he returned.
“I hate her,” Tallulah announced.
“Come here.” She pulled Tallulah into her arms and whispered, “I know she’s horrible. Try to ignore her and just enjoy your father.”
“Girls!” They looked up to see Jackson come in, and they both ran into his arms.
“I guess that’s my cue.” Daphne stood. “I’ll be back on Sunday to pick them up.”
Jackson wouldn’t even look in her direction, and she watched as the three of them left the room.
She went back to the foyer, and as her hand reached for the doorknob, Amber’s voice rang out.
“Bye, Daph. Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of your little brats.”
Daphne swung around, glaring at her. “You harm one hair on their heads, and I’ll kill you.”
She laughed. “You’re so dramatic. They’ll be fine. Just don’t be late picking them up. I have naughty plans formyhusband. He can’t get enough of me.”