Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1537

As Elliot tried to clear his thoughts and analyze the situation, Lance parked the car in the open-air lot outside the lab.

He got out first and opened the rear door for Elliot.

"Mr. Jenkins, we've arrived at the lab."

Forced to set aside his thoughts, Elliot stepped out of the car with his phone and tablet.

Then, he instructed, "Head back to the office. Keep investigating Keaton. We haven't caught him yet."

"Understood," Lance replied.

After watching Elliot walk away, Lance drove off.

The lab was quiet at night, and only Asher's room had its lights on.

Not wanting the kids to wait too long, Elliot quickened his pace.

When he reached the door, he found it slightly ajar.

Just as he was about to push it open, he heard Adora's crying and Asher's patient voice.

"Asher, I miss Mommy so much… I really, really miss her," Adora sobbed, her voice choking with tears.

Asher was being unusually gentle, patiently wiping her tears with a tissue.

"Stop crying. Your eyes are all red and puffy. Daddy will notice when he gets here."

"But… I can't help it. I'm so worried about Mommy, and I'm scared of bothering Daddy," she cried.

Asher sighed, his childlike voice serious as he tried to reason with her.

"Be good, sleep well at night, and not make a fuss. That way, Daddy can focus on finding Mommy. I believe in him. He'll find her soon. Don't cry. If Daddy sees you like this, he'll be sad too. We can't make things harder for him."

The crying in the room gradually lessened, becoming intermittent and softer.

However, Elliot's heart churned with guilt, feeling like a storm was raging inside him.

His fingers trembled on the door handle, and his eyes reddened.

"Yes, it's almost finished." Elliot smiled and sat by the bed, gently patting Asher's head. "Why is Adora asleep so early? Is she not feeling well?"

"She's perfectly fine. I just found her too noisy and coaxed her to sleep early," Asher replied.

Elliot ruffled his beloved son's hair, feeling a pang of sympathy.

Asher mentioned, "Oh, by the way, Daddy, I sent Uncle Yosef away. He always talks about educational stuff, and it annoys me, so I asked him to leave."

"He means well…" Elliot sighed softly, trying to defend Yosef.

Asher did not want to hear it.

Clinging to Elliot's arm, he lay on his pillow, his bright eyes fixed on Elliot.

"I'm sleepy, Daddy. You must be tired too. Can you sleep with me tonight?"

"Alright, let's sleep."

Elliot let Asher hold his hand, his large frame shielding the boy from the lamp's light, watching over him as he drifted off.