Chapter Thirty

Andrew was a little surprised when he saw Macy carrying Marcus in front of the elevator. Oh, and the other hand of the woman carries two bags. One was hers and the other was her son’s backpack. He approached the Editor.

“Marcus will stay?” he asked.

Macy just mumbled softly. "This afternoon, I picked him up at school."

"Oh. He looks like he's exhausted," he said with a faint smile. The boy was sleeping on Macy's shoulder. And the child looks so comfortable in his mother's arms. However, it's a little different with the woman's condition. She seemed to have difficulty carrying Marcus at the same time carrying two bags.

Andrew took a deep breath. "Let me bring your bag," he offered as he took the two bags from her hand.

The elevator door opened when Macy was about to protest. Andrew walked in, followed by Macy. The Writer then pressed the fifteenth button and then glanced at Macy who was standing by his side. Every now and then the woman rubbed her son’s back gently.