Chapter 1990

Aside from the two of them, Asher was also intently watching Adora's wrestling match. He was frail from a young age, and a slight push could make him tumble. Hence, it was impossible for him to participate in such physically demanding competitions. Although Elliot kept his focus on the match, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Asher looked on with a hint of longing. He slowly crouched down to Asher's level and asked, "Asher, do you wish you could join in on a fun match like this?" Asher shook his head and huffed, looking proud. "I don't want to. Wrestling is so rough and messy, with dirt everywhere. I'd rather stick to contests that make me use my brain." Elliot could not help but smile. He ruffled Asher's hair and picked him up to give him a better view of Adora's match. Half an hour later, the wrestling event concluded. Adora, who had only placed second, looked disappointed. However, her face brightened as soon as she spotted her family in the crowd. "You're all here! I've missed you so much!" Having been apart from them for over two weeks, she had missed them terribly. She was so excited that she forgot about the ongoing wrestling awards ceremony. Adora dashed off the stage and ran straight to Sheena. "Mommy, I miss you all!" Sheena crouched down to greet her, embracing her tightly. "We've missed you so much too," Sheena said softly, stroking Adora's fluffy hair. The other kids looked at Adora with envy as she reunited with her parents. To avoid causing any disruption, the teachers began ushering the children back to their classrooms, and Sheena, Elliot, and their two kids were escorted to a private meeting room. The room was quiet, perfect for conversation. On the way there, Adora clung to Sheena. She demanded to be held and whined about being tired, refusing to walk on her own. Once she saw her parents, she transformed from the confident, mature girl she had been during the match into a clingy little kid. Asher teased her, "Adora, you're covered in dirt, and you've dirtied Mommy's clothes." Adora looked down at her little arms and noticed the dirt on Sheena's neck. Before she could respond, a tall figure approached and gently but firmly set her down on her feet, encouraging her to walk on her own. Elliot reminded Adora, "The love of my life is wearing her new outfit. Adora, you're six now, so you should walk on your own." As he spoke, Elliot pulled out a tissue and carefully wiped the dirt off Sheena's clothes. Noticing a bit of redness on Sheena's neck, he expressed his concern, "Honey, are you allergic to dirt? Your neck is a little red." Sheena was touched by his worry and tried to suppress a laugh. "I'm fine. Adora missed me so much that she hugged me too tightly." Elliot turned to Adora, pretending to be stern as he said, "You need to be gentler. Don't hurt your mommy." Adora put her hands on her hips and retorted, "Daddy, that's unfair. Even if Mommy is precious, I'm just a kid. However, I get it… you're head over heels for Mommy, and I won't hold it against you." Despite his daughter's snarky reply, Elliot was not angry. He continued diligently cleaning the dirt from Sheena's clothes. The teacher observed their warm and joyful family dynamic, secretly admiring them. Once inside the meeting room, Adora immediately showed off her martial arts moves. Her tiny fists in action were utterly adorable, and Sheena was charmed by her earnest performance. After finishing her routine, Adora eagerly sought praise. "How was that, Mommy? Did I do a good job? I'm going to keep learning, and one day, I'll be able to beat Daddy!" Sheena was intrigued and responded, "Well, Adora, you'll need to practice a lot. Daddy is one of the top fighters in Froania. He's good in fights and shooting, almost unbeatable."