Indeed, a daughter is a father's little sunshine, always the most caring, always the one who knows how to ease his pain.

Alaric finally understood Lysander's bliss. With two daughters, Lysander was blessed with double the warmth, double the affection.

Gently, Alaric told Helena, "Daddy didn't get a shot but took some medicine. A very skilled lady used acupuncture on me and prescribed some herbal remedies, and I started feeling better quite soon."

"Daddy is a superhero; he gets better quickly when he's sick. Not like us, needing shots, taking medicine, and sometimes even using an inhaler." Julian was, after all, a young boy, with a heart that harbored a hero.

And naturally, this hero was none other than their own father.

Alaric looked at Julian and smiled.

Hertha watched the children cluster around Alaric, showering him with love, sticking close to him, clearly having missed him.

She didn't interrupt the interaction between the children and Alaric; instead, she walked over and sat down on a sofa nearby.

At that moment, Kimberly, donning an apron, emerged from the kitchen. She glanced at Alaric, surrounded by the children, and with a stern face, said to Hertha, "Hertha, come help me in the kitchen." With that, she led the way to the kitchen, and Hertha followed.

around, seemingly

need

a ladle, vented, "Didn't you say you were done with him? Why have

to was, of course,

motive wasn't about needing help in the kitchen but rather

the father of the children, after all. The

to put aside whatever feelings he may have had

her a

two children. Their sweet and sensible nature had deepened

they were her grandchildren, her love for them was

of them being taken

before. But ever since Kimberly met Hertha and her children, Hertha had dismissed

leaving, was visibly reluctant, sharing many details about the children's preferences and

looking back at

Kimberly couldn't

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