Chapter 14: Similar to him

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This time Cynthia was finishing cleaning the body. Cynthia's body felt very tired.

But she can't spoil herself like this. Cynthia was being hard on herself. If it wasn't like this, how else would Cynthia be able to support her three children?

Cynthia has to meet all her needs and that of her child. Cynthia doesn't want the children to be lacking, no matter how she will try to be sufficient even if she has to slam her bones here and there.

Most importantly for Cynthia, her child! That's it.

A woman supporting three children, isn't that amazing?

Cynthia's tiredness was relieved a little when she saw her three children playing in the living room accompanied by Reyna.

Cynthia walked into the kitchen to make something delicious for her three children.

Yesterday when she came home from work, Cynthia had time to find ingredients to make cakes and also some biscuits for her child.

Ah, yes! Don't forget that Sean's arrival at her house made Cynthia feel strange.

Somehow the woman felt as if she had seen Sean. Behind that mask, Sean's face seemed very familiar.

But Cynthia couldn't quite remember whose face it was either. But Cynthia was sure that Cynthia had seen that face.

“If only I didn't wear a mask, maybe I would remember what his face looked like. Ah, or maybe it's him? Who is it? I feel familiar with that face,” Cynthia muttered again.

"Mom, what are you doing in the kitchen?" asked Caecilia. The little girl approached her mother who was making a cake.

"I made a cake, do you want to try it?" Cynthia asked her daughter.

"Of course, Mom. Your cake is the most delicious," Caecilia answered by giving a thumbs up.

Of course that made Cynthia feel happy. "Then this cake must be finished, okay?"

"Okay, Mom. Mom, I want to help you. What can I help you with?” asked the little girl while looking up trying to steady her mother who is taller than her.

“Caecilia, just sit with your brother. I will go there when it's finished. Okay?" The little girl shook her head in response.

Of course that made Cynthia feel confused. Spread what this little princess wants.

It wouldn't be possible if he ordered Caecilia, would it? The child is still very small.

“I don't want Cleo and Calix to be so noisy, Mon. I don't want to be with you,” Caecilia complained to Cynthia.

While Cynthia just chuckled at her daughter's words. Indeed, Cleo and Calix were always noisy, the two little men's games were always up and running.

While Caecilia had no intention of joining in the game the two men were playing. So the little girl just listened to the clamor of her two older siblings.

"Okay, you want to help me, right? After you've finished making the dough, you'll pour it into the pan later, how about that?” Caecilia nodded happily.

The two of them then made a cake together while Cleo and Calix were playing in the main room with Reyna.

After a few minutes, finally, the cake is ready to be put into the grill. Cynthia looked at her daughter, whose clothes now had some dough stains on them.

"Honey, let's accompany me to clean your clothes. Look, it's so dirty,” Cynthia said as she bent down trying to match Caecilia's height.

Cynthia pinched her daughter's cheek so fondly that Caecilia chuckled.

"Yes, let's come with me to change your clothes."

"How about the cake, Mom?"

“It will cook itself later,” Cynthia replied.

Caecilia nodded enthusiastically then stretched out her arms to Cynthia intending to ask to be carried.

Cynthia happily immediately picked up the white one and took it to the room to change into clean clothes.

After that, Cynthia told her child to go to the main room to join her brother.

While Cynthia returned to the kitchen to see the cake. After a few minutes finally, the cake she made was cooked.

Cynthia simply arranged them on a plate and brought them to her children.

Tired? Ah, it seems that it is very clear and does not need to be asked again. After returning home from work Cynthia tries to spend time with the children.

She doesn't want her children to feel far away from their mother or they don't even care about them. No, that shouldn't happen!

So Cynthia tried to be the father and mother of her child.

Carrying out two roles is not easy, but there is nothing more that can be done.

Whatever it is, if for the sake of her child being happy, Cynthia will be willing and happy to do all things. Including risking her own life.

“Yeah, the cake is ready!” Caecilia screamed when she saw her mother coming towards them carrying two plates of cakes she made.

"Mok, I want, I want!" continued Calix while jumping happily.

"Calix, don't jump like that, how will you fall?" Reyna said in a panic when she saw her wards get off the sofa by jumping.

Cynthia just shook her head slowly. Cynthia immediately put the homemade cake on the table. The three children immediately took the cake carefully and immediately devoured it.

"Reyna, try the cake, what do you think is lacking?" Cynthia handed Reyna her homemade cake. Reyna happily took one and devoured it.

"Your cake is always delicious," said Cleo while eating the cake in her hand.

"Is it true?" asked Cynthia.

"That's right, Mom. It's delicious, I like it,” said Celix. Cynthia knew Celix didn't like biscuits or cakes.

But for some reason, if it was made by Cynthia, the little man always ate with gusto. Even the one who eats the most.

"It's true what the children said. It's delicious,” Reyna said with a faint smile.

Cyntia who heard that just chuckled. They could always compliment Cynthia.

"Mom, open your mouth, Mom!" Cleo leaned closer to Cynthia while holding out the cake.

Cynthia immediately devoured it with pleasure, as well as her son. But for some reason when Cynthia saw Cleo her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Cynthia noticed that Cleo's face looked a lot like Sean's! Yes, even though Cynthia only saw a half of Sean's face, it was very similar to her son's.

The smiles are so similar!

Cynthia's eyes immediately turned to Calix who was eating her food by making small talk to Reyna.

Cynthia shook her head when she noticed the resemblance of her two sons to Sean.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Cleo asked Cynthia.

"Ah, nothing, honey. It's nothing,” Cynthia answered while stroking Cleo's head gently.

Is this just her feelings or are she and Sean's children very similar?