The Love that Never Really Dies

Excellent! As soon as each child reported their respective task, Matteo looked around, satisfied. “Good! The next order of business is to greet Mommy. Remember, guys, we must make her feel like Daddy wants her here, got it?” “Yes, Matteo,” Vivian said, and Ian nodded briskly. An unforeseen complication occurred to Ian. He turned to Matteo and frowned. “What about Daddy? What happens when he finds out?” Matteo waved his hand impatiently. “Don’t worry about that. I’ve taken care of it. He won’t find out.” His siblings sighed in relief. Half an hour later, the black Cayenne finally emerged. The children excitedly ran out. “Mommy! Mommy, come here!” The first to reach was Vivian as she loved her mother the most.

As Sasha exited the vehicle, she pulled her child in for a big hug. As she watched Vivian clinging to her leg, she didn’t realize how much she missed them. “Well, Mommy is here. Are you happy, sweetie?” “Yes, very much, Mommy,” Vivian answered. “I’ve cleaned your bedroom for you, so you’ll be living right next to me. It’s beautiful.” She informed her solemnly whilst watching her expression intently as if she was expecting a word of praise from Sasha. Sasha was stunned upon hearing that. Even a bedroom was prepared? Did Sebastian really agree to let me live here? Or was it because I was still recovering and that he felt sorry for me? As she pondered her situation, the terror she regarded him with seemed to vanish slightly. She was even feeling optimistic without realizing it. Matteo greeted his mother next, beaming from ear to ear. Instead of tackling her like his sister did, he lent a hand with her bags. “Ian,” Matteo called. “Come here and give me a hand with these.”

watched them, and her heart was instantly filled with gratitude and joy. That wasn’t even the best part. As soon as she stepped over the threshold, Wendy, the housemaid greeted her warmly. “Ms. Wand, you’re here! Are you feeling any better? You poor thing. I have some broth in the kitchen for you. Once you’ve settled in, I’ll bring you some.” Sasha felt close to tears. It had been a long time since she was being cared for that way. As a single mother for five years, she was always the one giving out love and care and receiving little in return. But now, someone was even cooking for her. Sasha scrunched her nose, trying not to cry. “Sounds good, Wendy. Thank you.” She hurried

was Daddy’s idea. You guys did a great job. Ian, that move with Wendy was genius.” Matteo gave his brother a thumbs up. Ian wasn’t