Claire finally finished dressing her son and went ahead and wiped his face with a wet towel. When the towel wet his bangs and Claire inadvertently combed his bangs away from his face, it revealed his forehead that made Claire's gaze freeze. She promptly combed his hair back, hiding Frank's exquisite and beautiful face.
"This is impossible!" Claire lightly muttered to her self.
"They were too similar," she thought. The bastard that helped Alice yesterday also wore his hair that revealed his forehead. At this moment, her son looked exactly like the man. Like they were made from the same mold! "No..." she subconsciously shook her head. Her eyes were fixed onto her son's face. Once Frank's face was wiped with a wet towel, this helped him clear his little head. He raised his obsidian eyes and looked at his mother's absent-minded appearance. He raised his little arms and waved it in front of Claire. "Mummy, are you daydreaming again?" Claire snapped out of her daze and shivered. She lightly smiled at her son and said, "No. Hurry and go eat your breakfast. I'll wake your sister up."
Claire's heart was filled with uneasiness. She assured herself that she had nothing to do with that hateful man.
Compared to her son, Frank, Emma is much more stubborn. Her small body still laid on the bed, not moving as she continued to sleep.
"Emma, wake up. It's time for breakfast. There's milk and bread."
"No..." the little girl mumbled as she stirred in her sleep.
"And your favorite lollipop..." as there was still no reply, she added, "it's green apple..."
"No. Mummy is so annoying. I still want to sleep."
Emma was annoyed from being woken up and her lips became flat into a thin line as if she was going to cry at any moment. Claire could only sigh. She pulled a dress from the closet and put it on Emma that is still lying on the bed. She lightly coaxed her daughter, "Baby, let's not sleep anymore, okay? Mummy will take you out to play..." Seeing that she doesn't have much time left, she picked up her daughter and carried her out of the bedroom to the dining room.
Frank is already eating his breakfast and drinking his milk when he saw his sister still sleeping soundly on his mother's shoulder. He is already full of energy so he shouted, "Emma Scott, you lazy bum, wake up~"
Emma, who was still in dreamland and was jolted awake, immediately flailed her little legs in grievance, spoke in anger, "Frank, shut up!" Claire pretended to be mad and glared at her son. Frank's lips twitched a little as he smiled, and silently returned to eating his breakfast.
"Emma, wake up. Mummy will give you some milk, okay?" Claire patiently persuaded her daughter. The little girl was still so clingy. She still didn't have an innate sense of independence like her brother. Emma was so irritated that she woke up, she frowned at her brother. Claire sat her down at the table and placed a cup of warm milk in front. Under Claire's strict and watchful eyes, the little treasures finished their breakfast.