Chapter Four
Aren't children of this age all innocent and pure?
Why do her two little treasures look as though they're waiting for her to explain everything?
Lena props up her cheeks with one hand, her black and white eyes staring straight at her.
And Wilson, biting on his little spoon, watches her with inquisitive eyes.
Wilson licks the milk off the spoon, and seeing that Mommy isn't about to explain, he sighs and bows his head to start drinking his milk.
He was still waiting for Mommy to explain on her own.
About his origins, he wanted to hear it from Mommy.
Although, he had guessed that this man who looked a lot like himself was Daddy.
But, Mommy hadn't acknowledged it yet.
Mommy must have her difficulties, right?
Could it be that he was an accident?
At this thought, Wilson choked suddenly and began coughing, his little face turning red. Sofia quickly handed him a tissue and looked on worriedly, "What's making you cough?"
