It couldn't have taken Erica more than a few seconds to throw away the rubbish, but when she came back, Ethan had already climbed up the bed and rolled around in the clean bed sheet.

Although Erica was mindful enough to put a waterproof plastic mat on the bed, Ethan somehow managed to smear poo everywhere apart from the mat itself.

Erica cried out immediately, "Oh, no! How did you even get up there?"

Matthew could picture the entire scene in his mind as he giggled and said, "Where is the maid?"

“I sent her to the market for some groceries!" Erica whined endlessly,

“What should I do now?"

“Wipe him up with some wet tissues and then wash him clean in the bathtub. Then dry him up with a towel and put some pants on him.

“Q-okay... How do you know all of this stuff, Matthew? Have you ever taken care of children before?"

"Yes. I've changed Godwin's and Godfrey's diapers before." Matthew had learned how to take care of babies when he used to babysit Godwin and

Godfrey.

‘Oh, that makes sense, Erica thought. With a hint of concern in her voice, she said, “Please carry on with your work. I'll take care of things from here."

“Okay.”

After getting off the phone, Erica did exactly as Matthew had instructed her. The little boy couldn't be happier when it was time for his bath. He was completely oblivious to the anxiety he gave Erica when he flapped his hands in the water, giggling happily.

After a while, Erica brought Ethan to the bedroom wrapped up in a towel. When she was about to change him into some clean clothes, a thought popped into her head all of a sudden.

‘Oh my God! The... boiling eggs! Damn it! I'm so screwed! '

Erica was practically freaking out now.

She wrapped Ethan up with a towel again and ran downstairs as fast as she could. When she was just outside the kitchen, she heard a Loud bang come from inside.

Frightened, Erica leapt in the air as if a firecracker had gone off.

She held Ethan close and decided to wait outside the kitchen.

There was another Loud bang and this time Erica was on the verge of crying. ‘Matthew, please help! Yes! Matthew!‘

Meanwhile, it hadn't even been a minute since Matthew came back to the meeting, when he received Erica's call again.

“Matthew! Boo...hoo..."

“What's going on? What's wrong?" Frowning, Matthew stood up once again and walked out of the meeting room.

On the other hand, Erica had no idea what her husband was doing at the moment. According to her, he would always be sitting alone at his desk, reading files or signing papers. Never had she imagined or expected him to be having an urgent meeting with some executives in the conference room.

“Listen to this!" she replied, moving her phone closer towards the kitchen.