Estelle asked, “What about you?”

“Me?”

“Yes,” Estelle hesitated and continued, “If I leave, what are your plans? Will you find a stepmother for the children?”

Cristofer assured her, “Don’t worry. I won’t marry again in my life.”

Realizing they were straying from the main topic, Estelle got back on track, speaking softly, “If you don’t want me to help you with the shower, I won’t. But let me at least help you prepare, okay?”

Cristofer surprisingly agreed, turning his face away. “Fine. I hope this is the last time you insist against my will. You just need to move a chair to the bathroom and place it in the...