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"Sounds good," Rose nodded in agreement.

"The family is a partnership; it doesn't make sense for only one to sacrifice," Rosalynn chimed in, having changed into a comfortable beige loungewear set.

Behind her, Ivy and Molly were huddled together, murmuring about something unknown.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

"What took you so long? Trista's already been lulled to sleep by her dad!" Paige complained, pointing at the feast of snacks Baillie had brought back. "Baillie brought back a ton of goodies. Ivy, Molly, pick whatever you like!"

"Wow!" Ivy exclaimed with surprise.

"Godfather, did you go out this afternoon just to get snacks for my godmother?" she asked Baillie, tugging Molly along as they dashed over.d2

"Mhm," Baillie simply nodded.

"Being grown-up is so cool! When I grow up, I want to find a husband just like my godfather, who will buy me snacks!" Ivy declared with gusto.

"Oh dear, this child's so hooked on snacks, I hope she won't be lured away by a couple bag of chips in the future," Paige teased.

"Don't listen to her nonsense. It's more believable she gets swept off her feet by a pretty face, right, Cory?" Rosalynn teased, pulling her son, who was wearing headphones and quietly playing his video game, into a hug.

Cory didn't hear the commotion around him, blissfully unaware of the happenings.

He sat there, adorably clueless, as his mother playfully squeezed him.

"Give the kid a break," Paige said sincerely.

Rosalynn chuckled and let go of Cory, who without a word or a complaint, sat back down and continued to concentrate on his game.

Rose looked on and couldn't help but comment, "Isn't it bad for his eyes to play games all the time at such a young age?"

Paige and Rosalynn turned to her.

Rose quickly explained, "When I was a kid, my mom only let me watch TV for like ten minutes."

"It's alright, he knows his limits."

Rose nodded, but inside, she couldn't help but wonder, what limits does such a young child have? Isn't this just spoiling the kid?

Rose grew increasingly restless.

Everything here seemed to be at odds with the real world, causing her great anxiety.

Before long, the adults were engrossed in conversation, topics ranging far and wide.

Cory focused on the game console, but his mind was filled with the ideas Jacob Strand had suggested, pondering what kind of algorithms could perfectly render them. Just then, someone poked his forehead with a sudden jab.

Cory, startled, looked up.

In the house, nobody would usually disturb him at this time.

Molly stood there with a tilted head.

Cory took off his headphones. "What is it?" he asked.

"Open up," Molly commanded.

Obediently, Cory opened his mouth, and Molly popped a piece of hazelnut chocolate into his mouth before sauntering away with cool nonchalance.

Cory sat there, momentarily baffled, as the chocolate swiftly melted in his mouth, swirling around his taste buds with sweetness.

He put his headphones back on and refocused on the game screen, only to get knocked out by an opponent.

He didn't get upset.

With remarkable composure, he started a new game, tackling the first level all over again.