Cody had a smug little look on his face, waiting for Cristelle’s praise.

“Cody, you are the best boy,” Cristelle ruffled his hair, “And you, Candace. You’re the best girl.”

Linford pulled a face, “Not good enough. I entered primary school at his age.”

Cody started to pout. Candace also looked a bit down.

Cristelle whipped around to glare at him, “What’s wrong with you? My babies are my babies. They are not other kids. Stop comparing them to anyone!”

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