Chapter 692

On the third floor of the old house, the two little ones clung to Willow until late into the night, refusing to leave. It wasn't until Ivy fell asleep in Willow's arms, still gripping the hem of her clothes tightly, that Willow finally planted a soft kiss on the little girl's rosy cheek and whispered, "Jason, take your sister to bed now." Jason, though yawning from exhaustion, held onto Willow's hand, reluctant to let go. "Don't worry," she reassured him gently, "I won't be going anywhere these next few days. I'll stay right here with you, okay?" Jason's eyes instantly lit up, and he nodded vigorously before finally stepping away, glancing back at her every few steps. Meanwhile, the sleeping Ivy was carried back to bed by Aiden. Stretching lazily, Willow sank into the soft embrace of the bed. It felt so comfortable, so safe—she just wanted to lie there quietly, too relaxed to even bother with a shower. Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and she was on the verge of drifting off when—