Chapter 125 Poor Theater Girl

(Lydia)

He was sitting in the living room. “Ruby!” I called out, “Could you come here please?”. But before Ruby could come outside, I heard the sound of Thomas’s boots thud over the marble floor as he approached in my direction.

“Uncle Thomas!” the children exclaimed. They ran up to him. Thomas immediately bent down and picked up both of the twins in either arm.

Ruby walked up slowly and hesitantly behind him. Her eyes were wild and worried.

“I’m just here to get the kids,” Thomas said gruffly.

“Hang on a second,” I said to him.

Just then, my phone began to ring. It was production. I answered the call.

“Hello Miss Lydia,” said Abrams himself, “How are you?”

“Uh,” I said, stepping over to the side.

“Is this a bad time?” he asked.

“No, no,” I said, “Absolutely not.”

I glanced over nervously at Thomas, the twins, and Ruby.

Then I looked down at the floor. “I can speak,” I said, “Sure.”

“Great,” he replied, “Well, I just wanted to call to let you know that I’ve gone over everything that y