The two little ones lifted their faces together, nodding solemnly with teary eyes.
"Mmm!"
"Take them to eat." Phoebe stood up.
The old butler held the shoulders of the two children, "Let's go, we'll have dinner."
"But, Mommy..."
The two little faces looked towards the bedroom, where Ivana Bennett had not come out since returning.
"Let's eat first, and later I'll bring dinner to Mommy."
The old butler gently persuaded as he led the two little ones out.
Phoebe stepped towards the bedroom, and just a step away from the door, it suddenly opened, and Ivana Bennett came out.
She had already bathed, her long hair cascading down her back, wearing a very loose white dress.
Her pale cheeks, due to the bath, had a slight pink blush. The person in front of her, slender and beautiful.
Yet, there was an air of fragility on her face.
Such fragility that could break one's heart.
Ivana Bennett seemed not to see Phoebe, or perhaps she couldn't see anyone or anything anymore.
