Chapter 89

"I love you too, my child." Amelia responded, patting her hair soothingly.

At forty-five, her mother is a stunning beauty to behold, but fear for Valentine's life seems to have aged her a bit. Ismena was happy that her sister will be alright.

"Speaking of father, where is he?" She asked curiously.

Just then, the door opened and her father walked in, carrying nylon bags. Just like mother, he looked like he hasn't slept a wink all night.

His eyes found Ismena and a bright smile widened his mouth, warmth in his eyes. "My child."

Ismena pulled away from her mother to hug her father, "Dad." She whispered.

"I went out to get supplies and food for us. Your mother hasn't eaten a thing since yesterday afternoon. She needs to eat something."

"Yeah, she needs to." Ismena spared her mother a stern glance, "Starving yourself will do us no good, mother."

Amelia flushed guiltily but placed her head on her husband's thigh. "You are right. With my two children here, I'm suddenly feeling ravenous."

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