Chapter 99

"Mommy, I... I wet the bed." Little Tommy's eyes were red, his small hands clutching the hem of his shirt, his voice barely above a whisper.

He distinctly remembered going to the bathroom before bed.

How could this happen?

Even little Daisy next door had stopped wetting the bed.

"Emily, take Tommy to change first. I'll handle the bedding." Michael swiftly pulled off the sheets. "This quilt will need two days in the sun to dry."

Another day of airing out the bedding?

Emily sighed inwardly.

Looks like they'd be sharing a bed again tonight.

"Go ahead," she said resignedly.

She couldn't possibly blame the child for this.

With his back turned to his wife and son, Michael's lips curled into a faint smile.

This plan had worked perfectly.

Though poor Tommy had suffered unjustly.

He'd make it up to him tomorrow with a candy apple.

The little boy had no idea he'd taken the fall for his father.

The real "culprit" was already gleefully plotting how to snuggle with his wife tonight.

"Mommy, I won't drink milk before bed anymore," Tommy sniffled.

David quickly chimed in, "Me neither!"

It must have been the milk that caused the accident.

Emily ruffled both boys' hair. "It's okay, just change your clothes."

Even after getting dressed, Tommy remained downcast.

"I'll wash the sheets—"

"No!" Michael cut her off. "You... your time of the month is here. You shouldn't touch cold water."

His ears turned pink as he spoke.

Emily froze.

How did he even remember that?

Though she was in the original host's body now, the soul was hers!

This body suffered from cramps during her period, unlike her previous life where it had been effortless.

"You should keep drinking milk. It's good for you."

"Mommy drink! Mommy needs it!" Tommy immediately insisted.

Emily chuckled. "We'll all drink together."

Suddenly, Michael brought up, "Charles is getting married."

So soon?

"We'll go to the wedding banquet," she said, curious about what a celebration from this era would look like.

After washing the sheets, Michael headed out.

"Come on, let's gather some firewood," Emily called to the boys.

They hadn't been outside in days.

Might as well pick some wild berries while they were at it.

She hadn't dared to take out any fruit while Michael was home.

Now was the perfect chance.

The two boys, wearing their rubber boots, skipped along happily.

"Mommy! That's Ethan!"

Emily followed Tommy's pointing finger.

A group of older boys were shoving Ethan around.

"Stop that!" she shouted.

The children turned and scattered at the sight of her.

Everyone knew better than to mess with Emily.

Ethan scrambled up from the ground, disheveled.

"Sis..."

"Are you hurt?" Emily's heart ached at the bruises on his face.

"Ethan, two of those boys were your nephews!" David said indignantly.

What?

Nephews beating up their uncle?

Emily understood instantly.

This was retaliation from Ethan's sister-in-law after the family split, wasn't it?