My Ex-Wife Remarried Me

The little girl wrapped her arms around her mother's thigh and requested, "Mommy, can you give me a shower? I'm so done with having a shower without your help!"

Amora had no choice but to show her daughter the way to the bathroom.

To the little girl's surprise, her mother seemed to have forgotten the proper way to give her a shower.

"Mommy, aren't you supposed to wash my hair before everything else?"

Vivian asked when Amora was about to apply body wash to her body.

Instead of rinsing off the body wash, Amora started washing Vivian's hair with it when she heard her daughter.

Vivian wasn't able to stop her since Amora had applied everything when she thought of stopping Amora.

In the end, bubbles were all over Vivian's head and ended up seeping into her eyes.

She started wailing, "I-Ilt stings, Mommy! My eyes sting!"

Kane, who was giving their sons a shower next door, rushed into the bathroom when he heard their daughter wailing.

"What's wrong? Why is she crying?"

"T-The bubbles have seeped into her eyes."

As soon as Amora explained herself, she told Vivian to stay still and started sprinkling water in her daughter's direction to rinse off the soapy residue.

"Boohoo—"

daughter ended

you doing? Are you sure this is the way you're supposed to help her? Is something wrong with

in his arms, making his way to retrieve the towel to wipe her

like a charm and stopped the little girl from making

was at a loss for words to defend herself and stood right where she was

mind was all over the place the moment she started wailing! I'm so sorry, Vivian! Please forgive

"I-It's fine, Mommy."

finally regained her composure, assured her mother it

in front

Amora, he instructed, "Why don't you head next door and read our

"Alright."

felt a sense of relief and made her way to their sons'

long made their way out

greeted Amora the moment

been

her sons' sides with a

was unable to

"We're waiting for you to read us a story! Ms.Dolivo isn't a match for

had always been a boy

remained silent

mother asked, "Are

folklores of different regions with us! Mommy, why don't you carry on with the nonfictional novel you

nodded, indicating he was of the same idea as his