CHAPTER NINETY-FIVE

**Tyler POV**

"Mom arrived!"

The sharp scream of the little one passed through us, and she ran to the door, opening it. Someone needs to teach this girl that she doesn't need to shout; I still need my hearing.

From the sofa, I see Emily parking the car and coming towards us. Even before she reaches the door, Olivia runs to her.

"I thought you were the favorite," Justin comments, holding back laughter at my possible look of discontent.

"They argued after practically eating my entire cake," Jade says, throwing a pillow at me.

"Who ate a whole cake around here?" Emily enters.

"Not me, not even a piece, Mom," Olivia speaks up.

"Imagine," I grumble.

I look at my wife, and it's clear that something is bothering her. Something must have definitely happened at work.

"Daughter, why don't you go upstairs for a bath? Mom will prepare spaghetti for you," as Clarke closes her mouth, the girl runs up the stairs. She never resisted spaghetti.

"What's going on?" Josh asks when he sees her sitting in