Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 39

Chapter 39 – The Finale 

(Anj‘s POV) 

“Good morning, mommy!” Leyanne greeted, her eyes still closed as she walked toward the dining room 

“Good morning! Just mommy?” I had to come to her to ensure her head would not bump the edge of the table. Smelling my scent, she raised her arms, wanting me to carry her. I took her and sat her at the table. 

She opened her eyes, blinked her round eyes, and still sleepy, she greeted the others. “Good morning, Aunt Anya. Good morning, Uncle Dylan.” 

“Good morning, Selene,” Anya greeted sweetly as she placed plates and cutleries on the table. “I‘m not Selene,” Leyanne mumbled. “I‘m Leyanne,” She corrected, adjusting the brim of her eyeglasses. 

“Hmm,” Dylan knitted his eyebrows as he placed the scrambled eggs he had just made. “I thought Selene wears the eyeglasses?” he asked amusingly. 

Before I could explain that the three of them had eyeglasses, Selene came out of the bedroom, wearing the same pajamas. 

“Good morning!” she greeted cheerily and sat on the chair on her own. 

“Mommy, I can‘t find my other slipper.” Lyra Helene came out, complaining already in the early morning. 

“Wait. I think I saw it under the couch,” Dylan said, walking to the living room to get her other slipper. “Here, Selene.” 

“Thank you, Uncle Dylan, but I‘m not Selene. I‘m Lyra Helene,” she smiled as she took the slipper from him. 

“Ha!” Anya beamed. “Good morning, Selene!” She greeted happily as she kissed Selene‘s cheek. “Yes! I finally got it right.” She rolled her eyes at me, laughing as she gave me a cup of coffee. 

Selene giggled. “You‘re funny, Aunt Anya.” “You‘ve been here for a week, but I still couldn‘t get your name right,” She complained, pulling the chair and smiling at me. “So... How‘s your new job at the university?” 

research department, but one of the professors had some sort of emergency, so she told me to handle the

smiling when I noticed

it on her plate. “And just strawberry for you,“I said, tapping Lyra Helene‘s nose. She giggled as she took the sandwich from me. Among the three, Lyra Helene seemed to have inherited her peanut allergy from Sky. I almost died of worry when I had to rush her to

Since then, I have always

Helene,” Anya said, mentally taking note of it, and then she heaved a sigh. “Just no peanuts for all of

eyes widened with worry that Anya won‘t buy

failed to do my part as her partner, Dylan supported her in putting up the school three years ago. “Just a week in school, but they‘re making their teachers crazy already.” I sipped coffee while looking at my daughters. “Are you giving Aunt Anya

her head as she pursed her

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all. So, I‘m thinking of putting them in an advanced program.” Dylan said, pulling a chair to

here? Are you Aunt Anya‘s

 

of her eyes, afraid that her eyeshadows got smeared with tears. “Uncle Dylan has to sell his house to support Aunt Anya‘s crazy plan.” She widened her eyes at me, telling me in silence that it would not have happened if I didn‘t go crazy with my life. “Your grandma Rose asked him to live with us for a while.” I

sorry, Uncle Dylan,” she sighed as she apologized and flickered her eyes at me. “What is it?” I asked, noticing the three pairs of round eyes looking at me. Lyra Helene pouted and lowered her head, Selene pinned her eyes on the sandwich she was eating, and Leyanne avoided my gaze as she put some scrambled eggs on her

I took my cup. When I sipped my coffee, it was no longer hot, and I was used to drinking it that way because I had to prioritize them

today,” Anya said, unsure if she would share it with me or not.

think of anything that would be

looked at each

pupils brought their mommy to

their daddy,” Dylan

all children have a father? I took my

you texting daddy, mommy?”

throat. I swallowed hard, hoping to put my heart back to my chest as I thought of another excuse for what happened to

seen your daddy before?” Dylan asked, glancing at me and then at them.

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