Homecoming and Motherly Love ( 644 )

Fransesca continued standing by the window, a soft breeze brushing against her hair as she gently clasped her hands together.

A small, amused smile curved her lips.

"Hmm~ I wonder what my honey bun will say…" she whispered to herself, her voice tender and playful.

She turned her gaze toward the distant gate, imagining her youngest son—her sweet Javier—returning from his latest mission, carefree and full of that usual roguish confidence. That boy who always tried to act composed, only to get flustered whenever she teased him or pinched his cheeks.

Her smile widened into a mischievous smirk.

"Honey bun's reaction when he sees his brother brought two Lithias home…"

"Oh my… he'll be speechless. Maybe even jealous."

She walked over to her chair and sat down gracefully, resting her chin on her palm.