The doorbell rang again, and Maximilian looked at the door camera. This time it was Miranda.
She rushed in like a gust of wind—half panic, half guilt written all over her face. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and she clutched her purse like she'd sprinted the entire way.
"I just saw in the group chat that the foolish son of mine left his kids with you… I came to get them," she said quickly, almost breathless.
Now Maximilian understood the urgency. Her family clearly didn't mind her watching the kids, when she was alone, but now, with him, they were trying to give them privacy.
He glanced toward Catherine.
She looked deeply offended.
"Group chat?" Catherine repeated slowly. "I didn't see any texts in the group chat…"
Her brows knitted together, confusion turning into suspicion. Then Miranda tried to usher the kids out quickly.
Catherine's eyes widened. "You started a group without me?"
Her mouth fell open in disbelief.
