At 9pm that evening, Eric drove into the practice after being gone for hours only to be met by a somewhat livid Jett.
"Where have you been?"
"Ms. Sutton sent me on an errand."
"You've been running an errand for the past four hours?"
"Mhm. She sent me somewhere far away and without reception."
Jett exhaled tiredly.
It wasn't just somewhere far away—it was somewhere without reception.
He didn't know why, but it seemed like the universe was against him today.
First, Daniel's line suddenly wouldn't connect, and the housekeeper couldn't make it to the house.
Eric, who he could've sent, had also been on an errand for the past five hours.
It was already late, and the apartment building was at least an hour's drive away, even if Eric managed to reach it, he'd need to contact the tile manufacturer to ask how to break them.
Then find an excuse to get the triplets and their nanny out of the apartment so they wouldn't be harmed in the process.
