Chapter 37

3 years later

"Mommy, will Daddy Tito come home now?" I turned around as I heard a small voice behind me.

It was my child, with their face buried on the table, trying to act cute while looking at me.

I smiled at the sight because who wouldn't smile when greeted with such a cute face?

Although I didn't want to wipe the smile off my face, I had no choice but to tell my child the truth, even if it would ruin their mood.

"I don't know, baby, but it looks like he won't," I replied to their question, making them frown.

I nodded in response to their next question, which made them pout.

I chuckled as I turned my attention back to the dishes that I was washing. We had just finished lunch, so there were quite a few dishes to wash, but it was okay since I was used to it. This used to be my job when I was still in school, before Lo--nevermind.

I squeezed the sponge in my hand before wiping the plate I was holding, making sure there was no dirt left on it. I didn't want my child to get sick if the