A Cue for Love (Natalie and Samuel)

Chapter 113 Our Biological Father

I’m supposed to be their mommy, but these two little ones are always looking out for me. There have been so many times when I almost gave up during these past five years. Thankfully, motherhood and having these two by my side have helped me overcome my circumstances and transform into who I am today.

“Darling… Sweetheart…”

Natalie kissed Xavian and Clayton’s cheeks while silently thanking the heavens for blessing her with such perfect children.

It pained the boys to see their mother’s injury. Hence, they proceeded to bombard her with the information they gathered after searching up tips and advice to heal wounds online.

“Hang on. Clayton, shouldn’t you be at the filming set?” Natalie asked.

“I told my manager, Ms. Craig, that I needed to come back immediately when I heard about your injury. She helped rearrange my schedule so I could make a quick visit. Don’t worry. All I have to do is return to the set before eleven o’clock tonight. I’ll be able to complete everything tomorrow.”

Just then, Clayton seemed to recall something and hastily went on. “Mommy, my absence is no big deal! You should see how Yara is behaving at the filming set. She was somewhat passionate about the job when she first joined. However, these days, she’s been slacking. Can you believe it? Yara hired stunt doubles for both her fighting and normal scenes. What’s worse, she didn’t even show up for the past few days! Apart from her close-up scenes, she’s always using a body double or relying on post-editing.”

Xavian snorted, “What a waste… She doesn’t deserve to share the same face as Mommy.”

mother’s twin, especially after seeing the

they felt, the two dared not ask

them as she held their little hands tightly. Her firm tone instructed, “You must stay away from her.

“Mommy…” the boys murmured.

their mother with a cold and ruthless

stating, “Clayton, it seems like your drama won’t do

you

Natalie’s gaze as she

with some delicious

Xavian and Clayton, while Natalie had an

spoon, stirring aimlessly at her porridge with a begrudged

loving tone at her children. “Boys, how about you

shot a

“Don’t tell me that you intend to trick your children into giving you their

line when he exposed her intentions. She immediately defended herself by saying, “Nonsense! I’m their mommy. How can I do something as horrible as poach from my children? I would

sighed internally and started eating the bland oatmeal porridge before