ANNOUNCEMENT: This chapter is dedicated to Hazel_Cat_Eyes for supporting this work since the beginning. Thank you so much! Happy holidays!
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"Kabaaaaaaaaam!"
A little girl around age three jumped down two steps from the stairs, making Gwen scold the cute little girl in pig tails.
"Cydrill! Will you please stop jumping down the stairs!? You could hurt yourself!"
The little girl narrowed her eyes at her mother and pouted her lips. With her silver fringe poking her eye, Gwen wondered why her daughter was never bothered by it.
Indeed, this naughty, active little girl is Ivar and Gwen's daughter, Cydrill. She looks exactly like her father—a real spitting image of him.
Gwen put both of her hands on her waist and continued scolding Cydrill.
"Goodness, Cydrill. I have already told you many times but you still do it. How many times will I—"
"Oh, dear…"
