CHAPTER 192

　　Ian's POV

　　Three kids roamed around the small patio, immersed in their own activities. One was drawing with chalk in the corner, her brown hair cascading over her shoulder like a curtain, blocking the view of her art. Beside her in a chair was a young boy, about ten, clearly doing some homework. His dark eyebrows furrowed as he was focused on his work, having the same dark eyes as his father. Lastly, there was what appeared to be the oldest of the bunch. She sat sideways in her chair in the other corner, deeply immersed in her book. She was in her teens, but her exact age was a mystery. Her dark hair was tied up and out of her face, but you could tell it was long and thick. Her slender features resembled her mother's, but her height signified that she took after Marco.

　　"Come on, children. Your mother beckons us all. Wash up and meet at the table."

　　"Okay, Daddy," the youngest said, smiling and skipping past us inside.