It took a while before Olivia managed to comfort Molly.

Olivia headed to the study, which was unusually lively. Mason stood in his glasses while Connor sat in his place, his hand holding a paintbrush.

The mischievous Zack was holding a paintbrush like a painter as well. How was he able to hold his energy back to sit down and paint?

Olivia came closer to take a closer look at the weird creature on the painting. The upper body was drawn into a turtle, which was connected to a bee.

"Mom, how's my turbee? Pretty?"

She burst into a chuckle. "It is pretty. You sure have a wild imagination."

"You're being too generous with your compliments, Mom. I can draw a book of such drawings," Alicia roasted without lifting her head.

Olivia's eyes followed Alicia, who had painted a breathtaking scenery. It was on a completely whole new level compared to Zack's.

Unwilling to admit his shortcomings, Zack retorted back at Alicia. Olivia was so used to their little disputes.

Meanwhile, Willow was t