<h4>Chapter 619 - Six Hundred And Neen: Lets Call A Truce</h4>


    The third point of view:


    "Mommy, you haven''t done here," Mimi, Cecil''s six years old daughterined as her mother braided her hair.


    "Shh," Cecil cautioned her, "Don''t be faster than your shadow," she leaned down to say, "Mommy, would surely make you look pretty again,"


    The girl nodded, exposing two missing front teeth as she smiled at her mother who continued to make her hair.


    It had been kind of risky but Cecil determinedly got pregnant during her menopausal stage. She remembered how had mad Emerald had been when she broke the good news to him.


    He heard the chances of conceiving naturally at that age was less than five percent each month, and the miscarriage rate in the first trimester is seventy to eighty percent. He flipped.


    But then, what could he do? She was already pregnant. So he had no choice but to keep an eye on her - much stricter than when she had dash - and made sure her appointments with her medical practitioners were steady almost every day.


    However, Cecil was not afraid for once. The month she was sure she conceived her baby, Cecil had a dream and in that saw a Phoenix hovering around the house. Thanks to that dream, she predicted the sex of the child even before the scan revealed it.


    After the birth of Dash, she prayed a lot for a baby girl and was sure the baby was God''s answer to her prayers. Hence, while Emerald was anxious and careful, Cecil was calm and brave. Nothing was going to happen, not when her baby was a miracle.


    And finally, she gave birth to her baby without a singleplication, it was nothing short of a miracle.


    "Miracle?" she named her baby girl that. Although everyone chooses to call her, "Mimi" for short.


    Suddenly the doorbell rang, rousing her from her thoughts. Cecil didn''t bother to answer it knowing the maids would do that. She was now done with her Mimi''s hair when footsteps echoed in her direction and her baby girl was the one to announce the visitor''s presence before she could lift her head.


    "Isabe!" her daughter jumped up from the mat she had been sitting on as she worked on her hair and hurried over to Isabe before she could stop her.


    "Mimi!" Isabe caught the girl who ran to her, before throwing her up in the air and catch her,?ying with each other.


    Watching the scene, Cecil snorted, for someone who doesn''t want a child, she sure knows how to y with one - other children.


    Carrying the child on her waist, Isabe walked over to Cecil and greeted her, "Good morning, Cecil,"


    "Good morning," Cecil grumbled. Truth be told, she was not in the mood to entertain Isabe''s greetings but she didn''t want to set a bad example in front of her daughter. Children were quick to catch on to what they see and hear - she had experience with Dash and his father, Emerald.


    Cecil looked beside Isabe, her gaze searching.


    "I didn''te with Pedro, if that''s what you want to ask," Isabe saw through her, "Today, I''m here to speak to you alone,"


    "Really?" Cecil found that hard to believe. In the past, each time they met, there was Pedro always ready to defend her.


    When they were younger, she had thought their affection for each other was adorable. But now, she founds herself evenpeting for her son''s attention. Pedro was so protective of her that one would think that Isabe charmed him with ck magic she thought that.


    How could two perfectly healthy couples choose not to have a child? It was abnormal and Pedro was in support of it. She would not stay alive and watch that happen - Pedro must produce an heir.


    The only reason Cecil was this calm was that Isabe had not suggested Vasectomy to Pedro else she would have removed her by her son''s side by all possible means.


    Cecil liked Isabe but she loved her son, Pedro more and won''t let the girl''s childish decision ruin her son''s future. Pedro was her priority.


    "Mimi," Cecil called to her daughter, "Go, get your backpack and your brother in his room, the chauffeur would get you both to school,"


    But the girl shook her head stubbornly, "No, mummy, I want to stay with Isabe," She clung further to Isabe''s side, afraid that her mother might snatch her away.


    "If you don''t get to school, your father would be angry. I''m sure you don''t want to disappoint papa?"


    Mimi but on her lips unsure.


    "Don''t worry, you should go little one," Isabe attempted to persuade, "I''ll visit once again," she promised her.


    "You will?" her eyes brightened with expectation.


    "Yes, and the next time, I''lle with your brother, Pedro,"


    "Yeah!" Mimi celebrated yet the smart girl added immediately, "Pinky promise?" she brought out her pinky finger already; Mimi wanted to be sure their deal was sealed.


    "Sure," Isabe brought out her finger as well, and together, they locked their pinkies.


    "Done,"


    And with that, Mimi got down to her feet, satisfied with their agreement. Isabe wouldn''t fail her, she doesn''t go back on her words.


    As soon as the girl left, Isabe took a seat and an awkward silence descended on them until Cecil asked, "Tea or coffee," as a maid came to serve them.


    "Coffee," was Isabe''s reply.


    "Tsk," Cecil clicked her tongue, "Just like your father," She lifted her head, asking boldly, "Aren''t you afraid that I might drug your coffee," She hinted at her father, Nius'' phobia to people preparing his coffee.


    "Sure, you can try," Isabe smirked at her, "Unfortunately, you don''t have it in you,"


    Cecil scoffed, "Your confidence is quite annoying, to be honest,"


    "That''s why your son likes me," Isabe replied, epting the coffee served to her and took a sip from it.


    "My father''s coffee tastes better, they should taste a crash course from him," She gestured to the maid who served her.


    "Stop beating around the bush, Isabe," Cecil was all down for business, "Tell me, why are you here?"


    "I want us toe to a truce,"


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