Chapter 1365

Mable watched as Tracey hurriedly left, feeling somewhat puzzled. What urgent matter could Amos have with Tracey? If it was related to the company, would not he be more inclined to discuss it with herself instead of Tracey? In addition, Tracey purposely moved aside when taking the call just now, clearly not wanting her to overhear their conversation. Were they keeping something from her? Mable walked to the balcony, watching Tracey drive away, her brows furrowed. Though she was curious, Mable did not delve deeper. She had more pressing matters to attend to. "Mommy." She heard Spike's voice behind her. Mable turned to see Spike standing at the doorway, holding a plate of cake. Spike walked in with the plate. "I noticed you didn't eat much this morning, so I asked the aunt from the kitchen to make your favorite mousse cake." Mable walked over, bending down to hug Spike. "Sweetheart, thank you." Mable caressed Spike's features, noticing how much he resembled Blair.