hapter 21 As Yolanda was throwing a tantrum in the living room , Charles had just come out of Richard's bedroom . Seeing the scattered cards on the floor , he glanced around but didn't see Teresa . Confused , he turned to Yolanda and asked , " Where's your mom ? " Yolanda shot a glare upstairs , fuming , and said , " She went up . " At her words , Charles was momentarily taken aback . The woman who once cherished her daughter above all now seemed so indifferent . After a brief silence , he took Yolanda's hand . " Let's go . I'll take you to wash up ." Yolanda stopped in her tracks and said , " Dad , I don't want to sleep with Mom ." " N W W W ww 4 Charles turned and looked at her , his expression unreadable . " Mr. Richard arranged only one room . If you don't want to sleep with your mom , you can go tell him yourself . " Yolanda puffed her cheeks , clearly unhappy , but she knew better than to argue with him . So she just gave in . If her mother wouldn't care for her , then sh wouldn't care for her mom either . When they got to the bedroo Charles found that Teresa hadn't prepared any sleepwear or toiletries for them . The bathroom light was on , so she must have been inside . Charles didn't know what had gotten into Teresa . He took off his watch and suit , then sat on the couch . Yolanda was also upset . Her mom wasn't running around after her , and it made her angry , though she suppressed it . Soon enough , Teresa came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe . When she saw the two of them sitting on the couch , waiting for her to serve them , she almost laughed . Yet , she remained silent , never glancing their way , and went on with drying her hair . Once done , she finally walked over to them . Charles was holding his phone , likely on a video call with someone , while Yolanda leaned against him , smiling at the screen . " Miss Naomi , are you about to rest ? " Naomi's voice came from the other side of the call . " Yes , I'm about to sleep , but if you want to chat , I'd be happy to stay up with you . " Yolanda , noticing her mother approaching , remained still , nestled in Charles's embrace . In the past , Teresa would have felt a pang of jealousy , maybe even asked if they were going to bed . But now , she didn't care . Instead , she spoke directly , " I'm sleeping on the couch tonight . You two go to the bed and continue the call ." Both Charles and Yolanda looked at her , their eyes full of confusion . Teresa , however , didn't shy away from their gazes . She repeated , " TH sleep on the couch . You two go to the bed . " Yolanda's eyes burned with anger . She wanted to argue , but Charles spoke first , " Aren't you taking Yolanda to a bath ? " Teresa , smoothing her dry hair , replied , " Let the maid do it for her . She used to do everything herself , but now , she wasn't about to serve anyone . Charles's face darkened . " You used to do it ." Teresa shot back without missing a beat , " When I wasn't at Joyacre Villa , didn't she manage just fine ? Didn't Sharon give her a bath ? " She knew full well that Naomi had been the one helping Yolanda with her baths , but she didn't feel the need to bring it up . 1/8 P Chapter 21 Yolanda , feeling the coldness from her mother , grew angrier . She stood up and pushed Teresa hard . " I don't need you to do anything . I can do it myself . You'll never get to bathe me again . " With that , she was about to storm off to the bathroom . On the other end of the call , Naomi quickly reassured her , " Yolanda , sweetheart , don't worry about showering tonight . I'll do it tomorrow when you're home ." Yolanda heard her but merely grunted , " Got it ." into bed and pulling the covers to wash up . Naomi was fine , but mom always did it better . But now , her mother didn't love her anymore . Charles , being a man , couldn't help her with a bath . Yolanda didn't call the maid either , instead crawling over herself . After the call en got up . He glanced at Teresa but didn't ask anything . He just went to the bathroom O When he finished , the save for a small bedside lamp . Charles lay next to Yolanda couldn't f t fall asleep . From the sofa , Teresa's steady breathing echoed . He thought , ' What had caused uch a chan in her ? ' But then again , maybe it didn't matter . A The next morning , Teresa woke up early . She got up quietly , careful not to disturb Charles and Yolanda , and went downstairs to freshen up . To show her filial care , she made oatmeal from scratch and baked pies herself . Richard , already up , watched her in the kitchen with a mix of joy and concern , After breakfast , Teresa sat with the old man for a while before standing up . " Grandpa , I have to head to the hospital for work . I'll bring you some homemade cookies next time ." Richard glanced upstairs . " Aren't you waiting for Charles and Yolanda ? " Teresa , who had never left the old house without them , just shook her head . " No , I need to hurry for work . " She grabbed her bag and hurriedly left , as though fleeing . Richard watched her leave , shaking his head and sighing deeply . He could no longer meddle in his grandchildren's matters . Once , he had forced Charles to marry Teresa , but now , he felt powerless to help them . Charles woke up early as well , but it wasn't time for Yolanda to leave for school , so he didn't wake her . Walking past the couch , he saw that the blanket was neatly folded , as if no one had slept there . He figured Teresa must have gone downstairs to accompany grandpa . When he went downstairs , Richard wasn't around , which confirmed his guess . Susan saw him coming down and quickly greeted him . " Mr. Logan , would you like breakfast ? " Charles , in a rush to get to work , declined . " No , I'm fine . " At the door , he suddenly remembered something . " When Mrs. Logan comes back , tell her to take Yolanda to kindergarten . " Susan didn't know Teresa had left already , so she agreed " Of course , Sir . " After Charles left , Susan went back to the kitchen to clean the dishes . 2/3 P Chapter 21 Suddenly , a loud crying noise came from upstairs . Susan froze for a second , not even bothering to take off her apron before rushing upstairs . The closer she got , the louder Yolanda's crying became . " Daddy … " Susan pushed open the bedroom door , and there was Yolanda , sitting on the bed with her hair in a mess , beating the covers . Her tears soaked the bed , eyes red and swollen , like an abandoned kid . 8/3