Western school of elements and technique

Chapter forty-nine

Western school of elements and technique

After all, his mother had a habit of affectionately kissing him.

'Sigh, how desperately that guy Maurita wants to be in my place. But I'm afraid I can't delegate this task to anybody. That is my right. Every youngster that sulks at their mother's breast is frugal. Pull them away from that breast and watch how they fight you like a homeless cat.'

Zeal grinned on the inside since his mother's love for him was always new.

Elizabeth buried her lovely face in her son's chest, who tenderly caressed her back.

"Child, you know I'm hurting Maurita, right?" He was the guy I saw at the apex of my agony," Elizabeth moaned.

"And even while I was giving birth to you, he was there, merely waiting for me to reciprocate while providing me wonderful care," she said. "He has no interest in other women because we would be homeless if he did."