Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 62: I'm an Adventurer, Mom

Belle just wanted to go down the stairs after asking one of her housekeepers to prepare dinner, she did not expect Albert to actually order her son-in-law home. He knew very well that the husband could not bear to let Clay cry all the time because it was far from Robbin.

Not to diminish the attitude of respect, the head housekeeper resigned. Greet Clay with a nod of the head when looking at each other.

The round-eyed beauty exclaimed, "Mommy!"

"Yes." Yeah." Belle's forehead crinkled deeply, while linking the fingers in front of the abdomen. He stared at his daughter's movements from the top of the stairs.

"I don't know what Dad's up to, but he's hopeful, he's not trying to keep us away." Clay ran up the stairs one by one. Happiness and fear are now simultaneously evident in both of his cheerful eyes.

"What do you mean, honey? Slow down!" Belle grabs her daughter's fingers and guides her way into the enclosed space to give her understanding, explaining something Clay needs to know. And, hopefully not ruin her husband's plans.

Thankfully, the princess just wanted to obey without acting silly like asking for an explanation directly in the open—lorong house looks quiet as usual and could have been a wall so eared.

The children walked into a dark black and blue room equipped with a wall-width projector screen behind it, foam chairs one step apart neatly lined up up up and down, in addition, there is a medium-sized table for placing snacks.

The floor of the soundproof room was coated with a dark gray carpet with black leaf tendrils with symmetry. The roof is decorated to resemble a star-studded night sky, when the lighting is turned off adds to the impression of being more alive. In fact, it does not have many doors, but on the other hand, there is a secret way to keep watch from the precarious state.

"I can guess, Daddy obviously didn't tell Brother Robbin I'm here—looked at his surprised expression and relief because of this unexpected encounter. One thing is for sure my husband refused firmly when asked to return to Indonesia without me—he knew I was missing. Come on, Mommy, what's Dad, luring him home with a bluff? Threatening Robet's father's safety with the family? OMG, I'm trying my best to make my husband believe that his family is okay, but Daddy, say something else" Clay told me.

"Sit down, Babe," Belle's pinta, pat Clay on the shoulder. "Trust me, Dad, want your happiness. He knows his opponent's character—"

"versus? Oh my God, Mom! Robbin's brother-in-law. Son-in-law!" Clay repeated with fury. How could his father consider Robbin a threat? The man was her husband, so far as living together in Landon never once did anything rude.

Yeah, possibly. Ah, Clay hates to admit that Robbin once turned him down in front of both parents. It could be, this is what underlies the bad thoughts of his parents.

Then, Clay looked up for a while and walked slowly to the front seat, pacing back and forth and looking at his mother who was fluttering by the door. He tried to be sweet, without urging a reason to be brought to the theater in the house.

Belle graciously turned her feet toward where Clay was standing, staring lovingly as she said, "Honey, don't you, listen to Mommy, please. Trust me, your happiness is above everything."

"Whatever it is, sure, Mommy, you know what I want" Clay said. He sat down and leaned his back against the sofa, then closed his eyes. "I'm happy with her, Robbin's sister is working on it, stop worrying that she's going to cause or hurt my feelings."

"Absolutely not, Babe, it's just, what you're going through scares us. Let Robbin settle his affairs quietly, without worrying about your safety."

Clay's shoulders are getting slumped, has he really been overburdening Robbin all along? Blocking his movements? Is it possible that after obeying this arrangement, she can live a normal life together with her husband?

Belle sat down, reached out to embrace Clay, patting his son on the shoulder. "Since then, nothing has mattered more than you, Babe. Stop thinking, relax, enjoy what is prepared for you. Because you—"

"Yes, I'm special," Clay cut, his parents always say that. "Mom, I want to go to Singapore."

Carved Belle's eyebrows crimped. "Of course, Mommy can take care of it. Dan, come with you. Trust me, it's not easy to persuade Daddy that you go alone. It's time to go home, Christmas is soon, the whole family must be present. We're gonna celebrate here."

"Thank you, Mom, eem, how's Monica doing?"

"just fine. She's a submissive girl, never once tried to sneak in" Belle said. Remember when guarding Clay first, almost every chance the round-eyed woman tried to escape the supervision.

"I'm adventurous, Mom," defended Clay, commenting on a proud smile. "Are the men done with their business?"

"Let's see!" Belle clasped Clay's fingers tightly, pulling slightly to stand up.