In Ernest's villa.
By the time Heinz came home with Grace, it was already two-thirty in the morning.
After taking a bath and changing her clothes, Grace entered Ernest's room. The two kids had already fallen asleep.
She sat by the bed and watched them; her eyes filled with tenderness and kindness.
They were her sons.
A short while later, the door opened. A cool and refreshing mint fragrance entered the room.
Heinz, who had just finished showering, entered the room, wrapped in a bath towel.
Grace turned her head to look at him. His chest was still dripping with water and his hair was drenched. He placed a towel on the back of his neck.
"Go get changed," Grace whispered as she was afraid of disturbing the children. "Hurry up. Don't catch a cold."
"It's fine," he said. "I'm happy now, and my immunity is at its best when I'm happy."
"That's not right either." Grace stood up and pushed him out of the door.