Chapter 8. Twin Babies

Seven years had passed in the blink of an eye. In a small house located in a narrow alley of the city, a little girl was clinging onto Flora's legs, refusing to let go while sobbing and begging: "Mom, take me with you... I want to come with you..." 

Flora had a vision that her daughter would cry and cling onto her for fifteen more minutes before she could finally leave. If she hadn't left, she wouldn't have made it. Looking at her daughter's round eyes filled with tears, Flora was at a loss for what to do.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching from the staircase. A young boy appeared, around the same height as the little girl, yawning and stretching. Flora see like pleading with her son for help with her eyes as she frowned

"Paul, let go of your mom. She needed to find a job. You won't get cake to eat if she doesn't have a job," a young boy said. 

Did she really need to tell him that she needed to find a job urgently? She had lost her prev