Iva stood frozen in the middle of the dark forest, clutching her two children protectively to her chest. Meanwhile, Fenton, who remained resolute, forged ahead towards the enticing light in the distance. Suddenly, Fenton halted and called out to his mother.
"Mom, why did you stop?" Fenton asked, his eyes glancing back at his mother.
Iva turned around to face her son and paused for a moment before responding,
"No, it's just that I feel like someone called me."
"Someone?"
"Yes, we have two guests at home. Do you remember Rodion who helped us so much when Pascoe was about to be born?"
"Oh yes, that grumpy old man. I remember him clearly, we owe him a favor."
"Rodion brought a child with black hair. That child is honest, innocent, and knows nothing about the world. Whenever he learns something, his face looks shocked, and his expression is very cute."
"So that's it..."
