My Poor Secretary's
Part 17's

Alcie stared intently at his biological son to make Aldrich afraid of him. And evident from the boy who looked down with a face bent like he was about to cry.

“He, son of an inmate! Look, I'm not your mommy anymore! And don't ever call me mommy again! I don't want to!” Alcie left the toyoran on the little boy's forehead. Hinnga Aldrich's head staggered backwards.

This infuriated Gwen and grabbed Alcie's hand with her sharp eyes. “If you don't like him, then don't hurt his heart!” the pressure is full. He slightly twisted Alcie's wrist to give a reply because it was rough with his stepson.

“Aw ... aw .. pain! Release, Gwen!” Alcie clapped the hand of the woman who injured him to release the grip.

Seeing her husband's affair moaning, Gwen just let go of his hand. He could have broken the medusa woman's bones if he continued. “May the rich man who will marry you realize that you are not worthy to be a mother!” her prayer. “Aldrich, let's go.” He twisted his body and stepped away from Alcie's house.

Meanwhile, Alcie Glee glared and threw her sandals at Gwen. “Damn it! You swear to me that my man won't marry me?!” objurgation.

And Gwen just retorted with a twitch of the shoulder. He's moving away.

Aldrich who was held by Gwen was still a hiccup crying. He was heartbroken at being yelled at and treated harshly by his own parents. “Mommy evil,” babbles.

Gwen tried to calm her stepdaughter by stroking her fine, short hair. “No, Aldrich. Your mommy is just tired.” He tried to reply with a sentence that did not disfigure Alcie. Because, however, the medusa woman is the biological parents of her stepson. He doesn't want to make Aldrich hate Alcie Glee.

“It can't be like that, okay? She remains your mommy, the one who gave birth to you, betting her life to bring you a breath of fresh air in this world.” Again Gwen advised Aldrich. He positioned himself as a parent who certainly did not want to be hated by his own biological children, so he did not want to instill bad things in the little boy.

Aldrich no longer chattered, making Gwen look to the right where her stepson was leaning on her shoulder. “It turns out to be sleeping, must be tired after crying,” murmured.

Gwen took the train again to go to a typical European restaurant where she worked as a waiter. Every now and then he saw a watch curled around his wrist. And he could only exhale resignedly when time had shown at half-ten which meant that it was already thirty minutes from the hour he should have started to work.

Gwen came into the restaurant through the back door. He directly faced the manager in charge of managing there. “Sorry, I'm late.” His head slightly lowered to show that he felt guilty already in time.

“Ck! Next time don't repeat,” scolds that manager. His eyes caught the tiny figure that was in Gwen's arms. “Why did you bring a child here? Didn't I say I can't bring a child!” his nag.

“Sorry, I can't leave him at home alone,” replied Gwen trying to explain the situation.

Again the female manager clucked. “Don't let him interfere with your work activities! If that happens, I'll fire you!”

“Good.” Gwen could only nod her head. He did not dare to argue because he was well aware of his position which was only an ordinary servant.