Puahhhh!!, an unspeakable voice echoed through the Albert Mansion.
A powerful, cute, lovely voice. There is no one in the Mansion who feels annoyed by this crying voice without hesitation, and everyone's expression is "healthy today".
Especially Mary raised her face when she heard this voice and stood up even during the tea party with her mother Carrell. "I'm calling!" and immediately jumped out of the room.
The cry of my dear child.
I can't say it with clear words yet, but I know that the crying voice is for my mother. It's about parental intuition.
"Wait, my dear child. Mom will be right there!
I'll give you a hug! With her mother's sense of purpose burning, Mary skidded over the Albert Mansion.
When the aristocratic lady said she was too busy to travel, she held on to her desire to run with all her might.
That's how I made my way to the Mansion for a run....
"... wide. My house is too big."
And I ran out of energy along the way.
The footsteps that were small runners also became weak. Still, it is my mother's intention to walk.
"I screwed up, I underestimated the size of the Albert family... I didn't want to go down, but I had to sell the Mansion in half."
And I thought unexpectedly disturbing things.
Anyway, the Albert family in the world. It is a residence inherited from the royal palace. It is luxurious and good to live as you please, but it is troublesome when you are called and rushed. - Of course, I understand that this is a luxurious complaint--
"Next, let's have tea with your mother next to the children's room. Or should we blow up the mansion once, make it more land, and make it a child-friendly building?"
Walk through the Mansion while accelerating the tranquillity.
By the way, the crying has already stopped, so I'm sure someone made me stop crying.
The most famous Albert family in the country anyway. My nanny always stops, and when she realizes Mary's arrival is late, she quickly lifts her up and stops crying. The support system is excellent.
However, because it is the most famous Albert family in the country, the mansion is wide and my mother's arrival is delayed.
Still, I managed to reach the children's room.
The door is hung with a cute name plate, and just looking at the name spelled on it naturally breaks your face. Love for my child is recruited day by day, and now even name plates are lovely.
But it is not the case that I am staring at the name plate now.
Turning to me, Mary put her hand on the knob of the door.
"First place this time....."
And if you mutter to no one, a huge drum roll sounds in your head.
Hold the knob tightly to be provoked by its sound.
"... Lang, I'll bet oniisama on dessert for lunch!
Declared so proudly, he opened the door with momentum.
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The indoors are always kept at a pleasant temperature, the wind enters through thinly opened windows, and the pale pink curtains are gently shaken. Inspired by the wind, it is the bedmary that is placed on the crib.
Whoever looks at it will realize that it is also a room for young babies. And you can see how much the baby, the owner of this room, is loved from the baby supplies and the many cushions placed there.
In the middle of such a room...
"I apologize for not meeting your expectations."
A man in butler clothes shaking a baby in his arm while apologizing in a fearful tone.
In response to his words, Mary said, "Roberto was the only one to wear." Lunch dessert has been lost, but not enough to regret.
"Oniisama Lang was the first to win last night, so I thought I'd win twice in a row. Roberto won this time."
"No, I can't believe I won. It was just a coincidence, just a passing pass, unexpected. I can't believe you're resenting being pulled out last night."
"Well, you dragged me out pretty deeply last night."
"For that reason, I adjusted the time and entrusted Lang and Lucian to work in a room as far away from this room as possible, and I looked at the gap and I escaped."
"It's well prepared."
Whether it's hard to understand or easy to understand, Mary is stunned and still tries to take the baby from Roberto...
The two of them gazed at the door as they heard the clattering footsteps.
"Cute, cute, cute angels! My uncle is here... damn it, Roberto this time! You've been working with us until now, and I thought you'd be gone sometime!!
"Until the angel cries to us... I thought I was curiously worried about time since morning, but it was to get out of here... Last night Lang, this time Roberto lost, my uncle's majesty...."
It was the unspeakable Lang and Lucian who entered the room so noisily.
As usual, Yin and Yang are still wrapped up in the opposite air, but both of us are still noisy, but should we say that including this remains the same? Rather, it's the same as Roberto who looks down on them with a winning expression and says, "It's a gift of chance."
Mary shrugs her shoulders when she is in her uncle's position.
In the meantime, I heard the noisy footsteps again.
As well as Mary, Lang and the others looked at the door. This development, this flow, who it is, etc., is clear.
On the contrary, before entering the room, I was told that he was the last one, but that he was a pathetic fool.
"Bad uncles. Even your father is in trouble."
And Mary laughed bitterly while receiving my dear child from Roberto.
Hugging him with both arms and peeking into his face, his plump lips moved against him. "What do you mean? If you ask with a prolonged voice, it will only accelerate, so it's lovely.
Almost at the same time that Mary narrowed her eyes in love, the door opened.
"B, Roxanne... your father... your father is here... Oh, no, I ran from the backyard all at once, so my flank..."
It was annoying Addy to wander towards Mary, moaning.
I'm sure he's working in the backyard, and in the middle of that he came all the way here at full speed to hear the voice of my beloved child. After all, there is a considerable distance between the Albert family and the backyard and the children's room of the Mansion.
Still, seeing my child's face blows up fatigue. Addy peeked into Mary's arm and instantly melted her expression.
Rust-colored pupils also stare at rust-colored pupils. If you look at the scene, Mary's chest also feels happy.
"Roxanne, what happened, let's go for a walk with your father and mother."
I shook loosely to speak to my child. At this time, I said, "I can't lose at night." But I know the timing of the night cry basically. I'll leave my brothers as they leave. They're annoying and troublesome brothers, but they give up time for guidance and family.
After seeing it, Mary turned to Addy.
Waiting with your arms slightly widened, you'll want to say that you're going to hug your child as you take a walk.
Mary turned her back on him on purpose. To assert, of course, that I have the right to hold my child.
"I can't give up on Addy who lost the hug rights battle."
"That's why I was in the backyard...."
"I can't. Hey, Roxanne, your mother's the second one."
Hey, Mary calls Roxanne in her arm. Do you agree with the voice that sounds fuzzy? It is not a word because of the young baby, but I agree.
When I walked out, I followed Addy with a bitter smile.