“Mommy...”

The little ones anxiously lay on Rosalie’s knee. “We’re fine. Don’t worry.”

Rosalie held the little ones’ hands and looked at the wounds on their arms. Her expression was gloomy.

“I know you want to see Estie, and I won’t blame you for it. However, why would you lie to me about your injuries?”

She could see that it had been more than a fall.

Besides, there was no way two little ones would fall together like that.

The boys saw that their mommy was about to cry.

Nox looked at his