Chapter 1273

Spike stood in the hallway wearing his pajamas. He had initially intended to go downstairs for a drink of water. To his surprise, he saw his mom packing her suitcase and preparing to leave. "Mommy, where are you going?" Spike walked up to his mom, his young face resembling Blair's, and his expression was serious. ‘It’s getting late, and Mommy’s not asleep yet. She’s also holding a suitcase. Where is she planning to go?’ Mable had not expected Spike to come out at this hour. She put down her suitcase and bent down to ruffle Spike's hair. "Sweetie, Mommy has some business to attend to." Spike furrowed his brows. "What kind of business?" Mable smiled. "Grown-up stuff. Children shouldn’t ask so many questions." "Mommy, I'm not a three-year-old anymore." Spike had a stern face. Mable ruffled Spike's hair affectionately, "You're not eighteen yet, which means you’re still a kid." Spike pursed his lips. It looked like his mom was not going to tell him where she was going. "Then c