Husband plans to kill me Chapter 393

Even though I said that, Kelly kept holding Brett and wiping her tears.

Kelly usually didn't show her emotions, at least not in front of me. She had always given me the impression of being calm and reliable, a strong and wonderful mom.

Since Gerald left, Kelly had taken on the responsibility of raising me. Even after everything that happened, whenever I needed to communicate something to Kelly, she understood quickly and never held me back.

Kelly was incredibly smart, and now, as a grandmother, she was so upset because of Brett.

I looked at Kelly and sighed, "Mom, please stop crying. Seeing you cry makes me feel guilty."

"What do you have to feel guilty about? You were the ones who found Brett and brought him back. I didn't help at all; I was at a party in another city..."

The more Kelly thought about it, the sadder she became. I knew she felt guilty as a grandmother.

If she had been home, maybe this wouldn't have happened. At least when I called, if Briar and Brett wanted to go out, Kelly would have been there with them.

I understood Kelly's feelings, but all I could do was gently hold her hand. "Really, don't cry. Who could have predicted this would happen?"

"If only I hadn't gone to that party," Kelly whispered.

I quickly said, "Mom, don't say that... You have every right to go out and have fun. You've been helping me take care of these four kids, and I'm so grateful! I would never restrict your freedom or stop you from going out!"

Kelly kept wiping her tears and then gently touched Brett's little face. "It's all my fault. I should have been home with you."

Brett hurriedly said, "Grandma, don't say that. I'm fine now, aren't I?"

As he spoke, he pulled out a tissue to wipe my mom's tears.

Seeing Brett being so considerate, Kelly couldn't help but hug him again. "From now on, I won't go out so casually. I'll stay home and take care of you."

"Grandma, you don't have to do that. You should have your own social life and travel more..." Brett said in his innocent voice, trying to comfort Kelly.

I said, "Brett is getting more mature every day."

"He's learning from you. You're such a responsible person," Royce said to me.

His words made me feel a bit embarrassed.

Weren't we supposed to be comforting Kelly? How did we end up talking about me?

Kelly kept holding Brett and crying, muttering about how she shouldn't have gone out and should have stayed home to watch over us.

I said, "Stop saying that... If we're going to blame someone, it should be me! I was home and still managed to lose him. If you want to blame someone, blame me."

Kelly shook her head, "How can I blame you? It's because I wasn't home that this happened..."

As Kelly brought the topic back around, Royce quickly said, "Mrs. Sharp, this isn't your fault. Don't overthink it. Brett is back now, and he's fine!"

With our combined efforts to comfort her, Kelly's emotions finally calmed down a bit, though her eyes were still red.

She held my hand, her voice choked with emotion, "Caroline, I never expected something like this to happen. Brett is so young; he shouldn't have to go through this..."

She sighed again, looking at Brett.

I signaled to Royce to take Brett away for a bit so I could talk to Kelly alone.

Lately, I had felt that my mom had been under a lot of stress, probably because I asked her to help me with the four kids.

I wanted to take this opportunity to talk to Kelly properly.

Kelly helping me with the kids was purely out of love for me; it was not her responsibility.

One child was manageable, but I had four, which was a significant mental strain for Kelly.

That was why we had been looking for new help at home.

Moreover, after what happened before, we had higher standards for nannies. We wanted someone who could do more and wouldn't have any ulterior motives.

Zola fit our requirements well, but finding such help wasn't easy.

Because of this, Kelly was the backbone of our family, the pillar holding us up.

Royce quickly took Brett to his room, giving me a wink as he went in.

I knew he meant for me to spend more time talking to Kelly, to make sure she felt better.

I gently hugged Kelly and comforted her, "Mom, don't worry. Brett is fine now, and we'll be more careful. We won't let anything happen to him again."

Kelly said, "I just feel so guilty... I didn't even enjoy myself at the party; I kept thinking about home. If I had known, I wouldn't have gone."

I spent a long time talking to my mom.

Eventually, Kelly's mood improved. "You're right. I should have my own life, but I can't help but worry about you all."

After a while, Brett's room door opened.

Royce came out and gestured for us to be quiet, indicating that Brett had fallen asleep.

"It's my fault... I held him and cried for so long. Brett must be exhausted." Kelly smiled and wiped her tears.

She must have felt embarrassed to cry like that in front of us.

I handed Kelly some tissues, and Royce brought over a glass of water.

Royce sat down next to us, putting his arm around my shoulder, and said firmly, "Mrs. Sharp, don't worry. I'll take good care of Caroline and Brett. I won't let them be in danger again."

Hearing Royce say that, I turned to look at him.

Royce had made many promises to me before.

But this was the first time he said something like this in front of Kelly.

Especially since we hadn't been in touch much lately, I had planned to talk to him about it today. I didn't expect him to be so resolute in front of Kelly.

Kelly nodded, a hint of relief in her eyes. "Royce, with your promise, I feel reassured."

I was about to ask Kelly what she meant by reassured when she suddenly said, "Speaking of which, Royce, I've been thinking about something lately."

She looked at me and then at Royce.

From Kelly's expression, I sensed something and shook my head, "Mom, now's not the time to talk about this..."

But Kelly had already turned to Royce, "Royce, I'm entrusting Caroline and Brett to you. You must take good care of them."