Chapter 7. Melanie's Secret Goal

Kara put down the spatula and bent down to pat her son's cheek. "By being silent. If you feel like getting angry or crying, just hold your breath. Count to nine. No need to talk."

"Why nine?" Emily tilted her head.

"If you want longer, that's fine. But can you do it?"

The twins raised two hands together with one finger folded. "Okay, just nine."

Kara laughed and ruffled the twins' hair. "Want to help Mommy make sandwiches?"

The two toddlers jumped happily. "Yeah!"

While the twins were cheerful again, Frank was still looking down. His gaze was the same as the plate in front of him—empty. The look on his face was the same as his shoulders—helpless.

"Brother, are you sure you want to wait for them? Just eat. These shrimps are much better than sandwiches and salad. Those two dishes are too ordinary."

Frank let out a faint breath. He was bored and lazy to talk.

Suddenly, a piece of prawn came to his plate. Frank gasped.

"Why are