Samuel liked the shrimp. Jessica said with a smile full of love, âOkay. Letâs go for it.â
âI want it too.â Simona liked to follow suit. What her brother wanted, she wanted too, regardless of whether she liked it or not. As long as her brother wanted it, so did she.
âAll right. Letâs go for it.â Jessica was used to Simona behaving like this.
Coral looked at Samuel and then looked at Simona who was talking. Her eyes widened, how could these two children have such cute faces? Their eyes were so bright, they almost looked the same as Matthewâs as a child.
âAs for the shrimp, I know which stall sells the best.â Coral walked over to them and looked at the two children, âTheyâreâ¦â
Jessica didnât feel strange being approached by others. Whenever she took the two children outside, people would stare at them for some time, or even come over to talk to them.
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âMy grandchildren.â
âTheyâre adorable.â Coral couldnât take her eyes off those two children. They were so delightful.
Jessica smiled. It was true. Those two children were the only thing keeping her alive. Taking care of them for her daughter was the task of what was left of her life, which was also what made her the happiest person in the world.
âHello, maâam.â Samuel had honey in his mouth.
âHello to you too.â Coral reached her hand up to stroke his head, âWhatâs your name?â
âIâm Samuel Flores.â
âThatâs a good name.â Coral thought in her mind that this little boy not only looked so adorable but also had a beautiful name.
âMaâam, why donât you ask me?â Simona was a little disgruntled. She looked at Coral, blinking.
Coral asked her brother and didnât ask her. Was it because she wasnât as pretty as her brother?
âNow itâs your turn.â Coral said smiling. This little girl was so adorable. She was so young and she was already jealous of her brother.
âWhatâs your name?â Coral smiled and asked her.
âIâm Simona Flores. My brother and I inherited our motherâs last name.â Simona said complacently.
Coral froze, did they all inherit their motherâs last name?
âYou said you knew which stand had the freshest shrimp. Which one?â Jessica stopped Coral from asking any more questions. Usually children inherited their fatherâs last name. So as soon as people found out they had inherited their motherâs last name, they would ask about her family.
Jessica didnât like people asking and thinking about her familyâs affairs.
âOh.â Coral pointed to a place not far from them, âThat one. Come on, Iâll guide you. Iâm a regular customer. You wonât be overcharged.â Coral stepped forward and led them eagerly.
Jessica pushed the cart and followed.
When they reached the stall, Coral greeted the shopkeeper, âTodayâs shrimp. Are they fresh?â
âOf course. Take a look.â The shopkeeper used a net to pull out some shrimp.
Coming out of the water, the shrimp were still jumping and seemed animated.
âYou are a regular customer. Itâs not the first time youâve bought my shrimp. You know if itâs fresh.â The shopkeeper was loquacious: âIf you want to buy shrimp, Iâll charge you the minimum. How about 48 RMB for 500g? If I were other people, I wouldnât close the deal if the price was less than RMB 60 for 500g.â
âIâll take 1.15kg then,â Coral said with a crisp way of speaking. The card Matthew gave her had unlimited credit.
She had money.
Coral would only buy shrimp from this shopkeeper and she knew he wouldnât cheat her.
â1.15kg should be â¦. â
â110.4.â
Before the shopkeeper could get the answer out of his calculator, Samuel already had the answer.
The shopkeeper froze and pressed the âequalâ button on the calculator, which displayed the exact number Samuel said earlier.
âHow old are you, little boy? Youâre so smart.â The shopkeeper smiled. It was the first time he had seen such a cute and smart little boy.
âIâm five years old.â Samuel was not proud of the shopkeeperâs praise of him. The mathematics of the question was too simple for him.
The shopkeeper handed Coral the shrimp, âIs he your relative? Who is blessed to give birth to such an excellent child?â
Coral took the shrimp. She did not like what the shopkeeper said.
For such a lovely child was not her kinsman. Her face darkened and she handed him the money, âHere.â The shopkeeper smiled and did not get angry.
Coral, who was holding the shrimp, handed the bag to Jessica, âHere you go.â
Jessica relinquished her hand immediately, âWe canât take this. I can buy it myself.â
âItâs not something valuable. Iâm giving it to you because your grandchildren are so adorable. If it were someone else, I wouldnât be so generous.â Coral put the shrimp in her cart so they couldnât be refused.
âWe canât accept this.â Jessica reached out to take the shrimp from the cart and wanted to give them back to Coral. But at that moment, Simona suddenly said, âThank you, maâam.â
Jessica, ââ¦â This girl!
âYouâre welcome.â Hearing Simonaâs soft and sweet voice, Coral felt very happy.
After what Simona said, Jessica couldnât refuse anymore. So she said, âYou are very kind. Thank you.â
Coral immediately took her hand away, âNo need. No need.â
âWe have to go get something else. Weâd better go now.â Jessica said.
âOkay.â
Looking at Samuel, Coral wanted to talk more with these two children and get along with them. But after all, they were another familyâs children. Besides, it was the first time they had met and she was quite hospitable. If she proposed to them to go upstairs with them, they would be disgusted as they might think she was a human trafficker.
She let out a sigh.
She thought of Matthew, whom she had been taking care of since he was a little boy. Since Matthewâs divorce, he hadnât remarried. This year he was over thirty and didnât even have a wife, let alone a child.
His face darkened. If he hadnât divorced, he might have a child now, too.
After all, Dolores was already pregnant by then.
Matthew was responsible for everything.
He reaped what he sowed.
In the end, all was lost for him. He ended up alone, wifeless and childless.
Coral didnât feel like shopping now. There was still kitchen stuff at home, and Matthew might not be back today. So he headed for the exit and left the market.
Seeing Coral come out empty-handed, the driver turned to look at her, âArenât you going to buy anything?â
Coral said depressingly, âIâm out of the mood. Letâs go back.â
The driver, ââ¦â
Coral went back to the villa. The villa was so big and so empty. It suffered from a lack of vitality.
The villa did not look like a home at all. For there was no hostess and several children.
Coral walked in with her empty bag and put it on the table. She kept sighing. Thinking about Samuelâs appearance, Coral walked over to the table and opened the drawer. She pulled a picture out of the drawer and looked at it, the boy in it was Matthew as a little boy.
Matthew didnât like pictures. This was the only childhood photo he had.
Coral looked at the photo carefully and thought about what Samuel looked like.
Samuel looked a lot like the boy in the photo.
They were almost the same.
How could they look so much alike?
Matthew was the only heir in the Nelson family. His mother only gave birth to one son and that was Matthew. Later Jayden Nelson remarried, but had no more children.
So Matthew had no brothers or sisters.
Therefore, Samuel could not be the son of a relative of Matthew.
Was it really possible for two people who were not related by blood to look almost the same?
Lost in thought, Coral didnât even hear the doorbell ring.
Matthew threw down the jacket he was holding in his hand and walked to Coralâs side. He wanted to see what Coral was looking at so badly that he didnât hear the doorbell ring.
He didnât even notice when someone entered the house and walked to her side.
Seeing the painting she was looking at, Matthew raised his eyebrows, âWhy are you looking at this?â
Startled, Coral looked up at him after coming out of her trance, âI saw two children today. And they looked almost exactly like a child.â
Coral underlined the words âtheâ and âsameâ.
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