The wind on the roof gradually increased.
Jaclyn was worried that the children might catch a cold, so after crying, they went back to the ward.
The two children were terrified and frightened today.
And they had just had another good cry, so they fell asleep as soon as they got into bed.
When Eliseo was alive, he doted on Jaclyn very much, so she hardly did any housework.
But now, there were no servants around.
Even if she didn't know how, she had to do it herself.
After struggling to change the children's clothes and wiping their faces and limbs, Jaclyn was so tired that her hands became weak.
Unexpectedly, she stepped on her son's schoolbag, slipped, and fell down directly.
The pain in the limbs was overwhelming.
And Jaclyn's grievance broke out completely.
She raised her arms to cover her eyes and wept silently.
How could she be so stupid? She couldn't do anything well without Eliseo. How could she fall so awkwardly?
Useless!
She was so useless!
At this time, the temporary phone Chelsea gave her vibrated.
Jaclyn sat up with difficulty and went to get her phone.
The only person who could call this number was Chelsea.
Eliseo used to praise her for hours even though she just fried an egg.
"So, don't blame yourself." Athena continued, "Your children will be what you are. If you are positive and optimistic, they will also learn from your positivity. But if you are not, they will also learn from your negativity and complaints."
Jaclyn was startled.
She was so wrapped up in her own grief these days that she didn't even think about it.
Jaclyn raised her eyes and looked at her sons, who were sleeping soundly on the bed. She was suddenly awakened.
"I see. Chelsea, thank you. If you need my help, just ask!" She paused. "Although I don't know what I can do for you."
"If you don't know what to do, then do nothing first. Take a hot bath, change into comfortable pajamas, and have a good sleep. Maybe if you sleep well, you will know what you can do."
"Okay!"
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