After ending the call with Fiona, Luna took a peek at the time. It was already 8.30 a.m.
She yawned and glanced at her computer screen again. Not only did she fail to receive a reply from the anonymous sender, but even the anonymous email she received last night had disappeared into thin air.
This was what happened with the past two occurrences. The email would be destroyed after a fixed period.
Luna sighed wistfully. As soon as she reached out to switch off her laptop, Nigel's knock rang on the door from outside. "Mommy, are you awake? Nellie and I made breakfast. So you want some?"
She paused. Nellie and Neil made breakfast. How could she not eat, then?
She sucked in a deep breath, shut her laptop and washed her face, then followed Nigel downstairs.
The breakfast that Nigel and Nellie made was very simple: a glass of warm milk and a few slices of toasted bread, with a sunny-side-up in the shape of a heart and a plate of readily cut fruits.
Even though the menu was simple, but paired together with Nigel’s skillful hands and Nellie's sense of beauty, the food looked very pleasing to the eye from a distance, and it tasted delicious, too.
Luna was in a good mood as she ate breakfast, complimenting the two children for their skills and thoughtfulness.
"How nice would it be if Neil was here." Nellie enjoyed her mother’s compliments and pouted. "In the past, Neil would take care of Nigel and I. We always thought that with Neil here, he could take good care of Mommy. That's why we never learned how to make a delicious breakfast."
As she spoke, the little girl lowered her head. "If Nigel was here, he’d definitely praise me. I can also tell him that I can help him take care of Mommy." 1
When the little girl finished, Nigel sighed faintly, too." Silly head. I'm all recovered now, and I don't need the two of you to take care of me in the future. I'll take care of you."
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