"ABBEY, did you deposit to my bank account the past few days?"
Although still in surprise, Molen does not see a big problem with unsaid deposits. She knows that there are payments from their customers coming in there. It's their universal bank account, and she's currently processing Gregory's account for his future.
"No, I do not. The last deposit I made was three days ago. The check payment from our neighbor for the cupcakes you had made.”
"Mommy!" Greg called to him, standing in his crib. He had the toy in his hand, and on the other hand, he was giving him food. That's about to run out, so maybe he's called.
She approached the son and hugged him. Molen wiped off the biscuits that were covering Gregory's mouth. Despite him looking healthy, her son has a problem that needs an operation
