"Mommy has a huge, huge mess to sort through." Melody Monroe just wished the little guy would finally play with the building blocks she had spent over a thousand on for him.
"I'll help!" Ian Monroe added, afraid his mother would say no.
Seeing the eager look on her little guy's face, Melody Monroe couldn't bear to refuse. "Alright, come on then."
This rented apartment only had three rooms and was a hundred square meters, so the layout was very compact. Ian had one room, the nanny had another, and the master bedroom was Melody Monroe's.
The previous owner's things were all piled in the master bedroom, still completely unorganized.
Since they were all personal belongings, Melody Monroe didn't know what was in there and hadn't asked the nanny to tidy up. The moment she pushed the door open, she saw that the entire room—the floor, the bed, the closets, every available surface—was stuffed to the brim.
