The next day, Kiana's cries filled the entire house. She clung tightly to her Mommy, refusing to let go. The maids tried to coax her, but she listened to no one—not even Zevian, who was scolded for being useless and sent away.
"Baby, let's have breakfast. We'll talk about it later," Evelyn tried to gently release Kiana from her arms, but the girl only held on tighter, hugging her waist.
Avery, who was sitting in front of them, rolled her eyes. Evelyn had called her over to help convince Kiana last night, so she had rushed over early in the morning. But the girl seemed even more stubborn than her father. "She's going there for work, Kiana. Not for a party, so stop it already," she said, her voice tinged with annoyance.
"Then take me with you!" Kiana grumbled, looking up at her Mommy. She sniffled softly, tears rolling down her cheeks again.
