Free Web NovelChapter 70: Chapter 70 Did they come back for her?
Ding!
{The dog was rescued by the commander’s daughter herself. It wasn’t that her parents liked it... but they had no choice. She insisted.}
{Now, however, the dog is considered a symbol of bad luck within the household.}
Ivy let out a long, tired sigh.
"That’s crazy," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head slightly as disbelief flickered across her expression.
Her gaze drifted away for a moment, thoughtful and distant, as though she were trying to picture the situation more clearly.
"Well... I just hope the dog survives," she added quietly after a pause. Her tone softened slightly. "Maybe they’ll change their minds later."
She leaned back a little, resting her weight more comfortably.
"Maybe they’ll realize it’s their daughter’s favorite pet... and keep it safe until she comes back, instead of discarding it like that."
Ding!
{I hope so too, Host.}
Ivy nodded faintly in response, though her eyes were already growing heavier with exhaustion.
"Anyways... I’m really sleepy now," she said softly, her voice dropping into a tired whisper. "Tomorrow is another day."
A brief pause lingered in the air.
"Goodnight, System," she added gently.
With that, she closed her eyes.
And almost immediately... sleep claimed her.
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The next morning...
A loud cry shattered the silence of the room.
"Waaah! Waaah!"
Ivy’s eyes snapped open instantly.
Hope.
That had become her alarm clock ever since she gave birth.
No matter how deeply she slept, no matter how exhausted she was...
Hope’s cries would always wake her without fail.
Ivy let out a tired breath as she pushed herself up from the bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"You’re hungry again, aren’t you?" she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep as she glanced down at the baby.
Carefully, she lifted Hope into her arms, cradling her with practiced gentleness.
Without wasting time, Ivy adjusted her clothes and guided Hope to feed.
The baby latched on immediately, suckling with urgency as if she had been waiting for it.
Ivy leaned back slightly, exhaustion clearly written across her posture. Her shoulders sagged faintly as she exhaled.
She couldn’t even count how many times she had woken up during the night just to feed her.
Sleep?
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Those things had become luxuries she could barely remember.
Ever since Hope was born, her nights had been fragmented—broken into short, restless intervals of waking, feeding, and trying to drift back into sleep before being pulled out again.
The only real rest she ever managed came during the day... whenever Hope decided to sleep.
After a while, Hope finally finished feeding.
Ivy gently pulled her away, patting her softly on the back before setting her down with care.
"Alright... let’s get you cleaned up," she murmured in a calm, affectionate tone.
She carried Hope into the bathroom, carefully bathing her tiny body, making sure the water was warm enough before wrapping her in a soft towel afterward.
Once she was dry, Ivy dressed her in a fresh, comfortable outfit.
As expected—
The moment Hope was comfortable again...
She fell asleep almost instantly.
Ivy shook her head slightly, a faint, tired smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
"Always sleeping in the morning and afternoon... and then wide awake at night," she muttered softly, more to herself than anyone else.
Once she was done settling Hope, Ivy stepped out into the kitchen.
Motherhood was hard.
There was no denying that.
But despite everything she endured—the sleepless nights, the exhaustion, the constant demands—
She loved taking care of her children.
That part... she wouldn’t trade for anything in the world.
She moved with practiced efficiency, quickly preparing pancake batter and whisking it until smooth before pouring it onto the heated pan.
A soft sizzling sound filled the kitchen almost immediately.
Soon, the pancakes turned a perfect golden brown, their edges crisping just right.
She added bacon alongside them, letting it cook until the edges curled slightly and released a rich, savory aroma.
Once that was done, she opened the fridge and brought out fruits she had stored earlier.
They were cool to the touch, refreshing against her fingertips.
She began slicing them neatly—apples, grapes, strawberries—working quickly but carefully until everything was perfectly arranged on a plate.
Within minutes, breakfast was ready.
Carrying her plate, Ivy walked into the living room and sat down quietly.
Aria and Lila were still fast asleep, curled up comfortably as if the world outside did not exist.
She glanced at the clock.
6:09 AM.
"Figures," she murmured under her breath.
They wouldn’t be awake anytime soon.
But Ivy...
She was starving.
Hope had completely drained her during the night, feeding repeatedly without pause.
So now—
She needed to eat.
Badly.
She took a slow bite of her pancake, chewing thoughtfully as warmth spread through her body and some of the tension eased from her shoulders.
Then, as if something suddenly came back to her, her gaze shifted slightly.
"So... how’s the dog?" she asked casually, though there was a clear thread of curiosity in her tone.
She took another bite before continuing.
"Did they come back for her? Did she survive?"
Her eyes flickered faintly with concern as she leaned back slightly, waiting for the system’s response.
