"Mrs. Albertson," Gladys called walking down the stairs, dressed in a simple blue gown as she walked to the living room, while her uncle's wife walked out of the dining.

"Esther will do, please." Esther Albertson says walking to carry her bag from the couch.

"Sure," Gladys replied with a small smile walking with the woman out of the red-roofed bungalow.

They walked to her Toyota Camry, while the twins' mother handled the wheel, Gladys sat beside her. A hobby she had learned to love thanks to someone.

"Oops... I hope Liam's not gonna throw a fit." Esther said, and Gladys raised her eyes inquiry at the woman. "He loves...