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“Mommy, it was you who told Daddy the story?” The three children were surprised to find out that the supposedly terrifying story originated from Francesca. Then, they started laughing and praising their mother for it. “That’s amazing, Mommy!”

“Yeah, Mommy! It’s so awesome!”

Danrique tilted his head as he stared at the kids in disbelief. What on earth is going on? I instantly became the bad guy when I told them the story, but now that they found out that the story came from their mother, they’re praising her for it?

Francesca patted the children on their heads before pecking them on the cheek. “If you’d like, I can tell you guys more stories like that tonight. My brain is packed full of interesting stories.”

Then, she turned to Robbie, Jamie, and Ellie. “Of course, you three are more than welcome to join us.”

“No, no, no. We’re good. We’re good.”

With faces as pale as a sheet, Jamie and Ellie immediately shook their heads and hands in response.

Meanwhile, Robbie was left utterly speechless by the bewildering turn of events.

more stories. We just want to

they had no intention of listening to more horror stories. In their eyes, their mother was the best mother

not matter what their mother did or was

we’ll have fun together later. But now, you have to finish your dinner first. Your Aunt Charlotte has excellent cooking skills. The food

that they had not been so happy when they were with him, and he did not know what he should do to be able to spend quality time with them in such a pleasant ambiance. For some reason, that felt like something impossible for

for Jamie,

you, Mommy. You

Robbie and his siblings had grown older, they remained close

loving wife and being surrounded by the children; that’s true happiness. Children aren’t that complicated, you know? You just have to spend more

response, Danrique glared at the man. “Do you think you’re qualified enough to tell me what to do? I’m sure you have other

but chuckle at Danrique’s constant need

“Danrique—”

in the room, but before she could even start talking, Francesca interrupted her and said to Danrique, “He’s not wrong, you know? That’s

he remembered how afraid