Daddy, Chasing Mommy Back is On Us!

After pondering for an eternity, Jameson answered, "Hmm... I'm not sure either, but I just don't feel as though I'm her child, nor does she feel like my mommy."

A bolt of distress lanced through Selena. Perhaps Pierre and Meredith are too busy. Furthermore, they aren't married, so she didn't watch the children grow up. "That's because she's too busy. She's a superstar, so she's often very busy and exhausted. Thus, she doesn't have much time for you and Jojo." She didn't want to say anything bad about his mother before him, for she wanted a child to believe that this world was beautiful.

Jameson sighed. "Okay, then."

"Alright, it's late now, so sleep earlier. Good night and sweet dreams."

Jameson lay down, and Selena then pulled the

by his bed and touched his forehead again. He's no longer running a fever. I've finally wrangled the child, but there's still a big devil downstairs. Selena made a detour to the study first before she went downstairs, only to be greeted by Pierre sitting on the sofa, deep in thought. "Hey! Jamie is no longer running a fever. Antipyretic usually lasts for four to six hours, but he hasn't had a fever despite the fact that eight hours had passed. Besides, tiny rashes have manifested on his face, so I believe that he's fine. Thus, I can tell you that it's most probably Roseola." Her voice was exceedingly cold,

glanced at her

spot far from his. "I don't want to involve children in grievances between adults. Their world is simple and beautiful. While this world isn't beautiful at most times, I still think it's more important than anything for them to believe that this world is beautiful at their age." Instead of

to him, and Pierre reached out to take it. "I've written all the things you need to look out for during his recovery. There's no need to feed him porridge all the time just because he vomited previously. Rather, a mild diet and

stared at Selena's handwriting, the crooked