"Oh kids, while I have nothing against you doing preschool, it's time for Christmas dinner."

Mrs Wallup came into the drawing room and said softly.

"Okay, come right away, Mom—" Sean pursed his lips.

Across from him, Ella was out of breath, as if she had just run a five kilometer.

Noticing the condition of her baby girl, Mrs. Wallop exclaimed: "Oh, my God, what's wrong with you?"

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