Lucia’s eyes were already glistening with tears. Damiano frowned and said, “Don’t cry.” She quickly forced the tears back. She wasn’t supposed to cry during postpartum recovery. Lucia tried her best to smile. “You haven’t had dinner yet, have you? Come try Uncle Damiano’s cooking.” Nina blinked up at Damiano politely. “Thank you, Uncle Damiano.” Nico echoed, “Thank you, Uncle Damiano.” Damiano chuckled. “You’re welcome.” At the dining table, the twins ate quietly, their faces innocent and happy. As long as Lucia was there, nothing else could trouble them. During the meal, Nina couldn’t hold back and voiced Nico’s grievances. Frowning, Lucia moved to Nico’s side. “Let me see. Where did she hit you?” Nico pointed to the back of his shoulder. “Here. But it doesn’t hurt anymore, so don’t worry, Mom.” Lucia gently pulled back his collar. There was no visible injury, but just the thought of someone laying a hand on her carefully protected child made anger boil in her chest. “D
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