My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 993

Chapter 993: Chapter 991 Mrs. Winters’ Guidance

"Okay... I’ll go with you," Edison said softly.

He glanced back at his grandfather, who was still wiping away his tears, his eyes shining with joy, as if Edison were simply setting off to have fun and learn magic. And perhaps that expectation wasn’t entirely wrong. After all, Edison would indeed learn many things, especially about awakened abilities and the wider world beyond his own.

Kisha, her hands full, was absentmindedly holding Edison’s hand with one hand while juggling several paper bags in the other. Edison gripped the barbecue skewers Kisha had bought from the first stall.

Not long after, they arrived at her mother-in-law’s workshop.

By chance, Mrs. Winters was guiding an elderly woman inside, someone eager to help with the other side of the workshop, like peeling garlic and onions or cleaning vegetables. She was about to explain the tasks when she noticed Kisha walking in, a child in hand and looking somewhat dazed.

Quickly, Mrs. Winters asked someone else to assist the elderly woman and hurried over to Kisha instead.

"Kisha, my dear, what brings you here? Did you come to visit me?" Mrs. Winters asked, taking a few of the paper bags from Kisha’s arms. Her eyes then landed on the small, adorable boy Kisha was holding.

"And who is this? Are you... adopting a child?"

At the word adopting, Kisha’s mind went blank and she shook her head before she could explain. Seeing her flustered, Mrs. Winters gently guided Kisha and the boy into the workshop and led them to her office. She helped them settle onto the soft sofa, then quietly closed the door behind them.

True to her nature as a gracious host, she didn’t rush Kisha with questions. Instead, she moved to the other side of the office and began heating water in a clay kettle for tea. While the water warmed, she prepared the tea leaves Kisha had gifted her.

Then she opened a large drawer and took out some snacks, choosing cookies, the kind children love. She selected a chocolate cookie and a chocolate-chip cookie, arranged them neatly on a ceramic plate, and placed it on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

When she noticed the boy eyeing the cookies, she nudged the plate closer to him. "Have some. They taste good, it’s my favorite," she said gently. The boy took a cookie and nibbled on it in small bites. Mrs. Winters’ face lit up with a wide, delighted smile as she remembered her son when he was young, Duke. She watched him happily for a moment before returning to her tea preparation.

Since there was a child present, Mrs. Winters chose a different drink for him. Her workshop, being one of the most important in the base, had long been equipped with electricity, and she kept a small fridge in her office. From it, she took out two yogurt milk drinks, strawberry and banana. Unable to decide which he might like better, she brought both to the boy.

"You can have them. They’re yours," she said, gently nudging the drinks closer, just as she had done with the cookies. She noticed the boy seemed shy, even a little anxious around people. Having raised a child herself and knowing Duke’s temperament, Mrs. Winters was especially sensitive to the moods of children, more so than Kisha ever was.

Seeing Mrs. Winters offer him a drink, the boy gave her a small, shy smile before taking the strawberry-flavored yogurt drink. Watching this, Kisha felt herself relax, as she slowly reorganized her thoughts.

By the time the water boiled, Mrs. Winters had taken a seat beside Kisha. She carried a tray with the porcelain kettle of hot water, the tea leaves, cups, sugar, and milk, and carefully placed it all on the table. As she arranged everything, she spoke gently, her eyes kind and curious.

"So, dear," she began, "tell me... what’s the story with this little one?"

After gathering her thoughts, Kisha finally regained her composure. "This boy... was entrusted to me by his grandfather."

Before she could say more, Mrs. Winters let out a soft gasp.

"My condolences to him..." she said gently, her eyes filled with pity and sympathy as they rested on the timid boy before her.

"Mom, it’s not like that; his grandfather is still alive and kicking," Kisha said with a small, exasperated chuckle. She couldn’t help but find it a little amusing that her mother-in-law could be like this sometimes.

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