The More the Merrier

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Chapter 1092 Cannot Think Of Anything To Draw

Benjamin returned Ethen's gaze and walked to the side.

Ethen hastily followed and reported the work progress at the office to the man.

While listening, Benjamin shot daggers at Bradley. Bradley was promptly stunned upon

meeting his icy gaze.

He hastily made up an excuse, saying, “Just rest, Boss! I'll go and look in on the kids!”

“Sure.” Arissa eyed him for a moment before glancing over at Ethen. “Have you both had

dinner?”

“Nope. I'll have dinner in a while!” Right after saying that, Bradley scampered out.

Only then did Benjamin retract his gaze and continue talking to Ethen about work.

Arissa cast a look at the man and giggled in exasperation.

Before Bradley reached downstairs, the sextuplets stepped out of the elevator.

“You're here too, Mr. Hinton!” Zachary greeted enthusiastically and sprinted toward him.

With a smile and his eyes lit up, Bradley replied, “I've been here for a while now. I heard

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from Boss that you're all keeping your grandpa company downstairs and was planning to

go and look for you when you've all come upstairs.”

All six children chortled. “Hehe! Has Mommy had dinner?”

“Probably yes. I didn't see her eating when I arrived.” Patting them on their heads, Bradley

led them back to the hospital room. “Boss, the kids have come upstairs to visit you!”

“Mommy!” At the sight of Arissa, the children were incredibly excited and exhilarated.

They all rushed toward Arissa, who was on the hospital bed. Arissa's gaze was tender

when she saw them beaming away.

“Have you all eaten?” She stroked their heads, her voice beyond gentle.

The children bobbed their heads. “We've eaten with Grandpa, Mommy. We're all full. What

about you? Have you eaten?”

“I've also eaten a while ago.” As Arissa gazed at them, they likewise stared at her

unblinkingly, very much adorable.

Warmth brimmed within her. “Do you have any homework today?”

“Nope!”

“Yes!”

Following the different responses from the children, both Arissa and Bradley were tickled

pink.

“Is it yes or no exactly?” Arissa regarded the children with mirth dancing in her eyes.

Haha, they aren't even sure whether they've got homework.

Jasper scratched the back of his head, chuckling sheepishly. “Yes, I think.”

“There's homework, Mommy. The teacher told us to go home and draw a picture!” Tim

chimed in firmly.

Jesse nodded as well. “Yes, yes, Tim is right. The teacher told us to draw a picture!”

Conversely, Gavin and Zachary wore blank expressions on their faces. They were doing

something else during class, so they did not hear that.

“Then hurry up and do your homework! I'll keep you company as you draw!” Arissa urged

them to take out their sketchbooks.

The sextuplets snagged their bags, took out their sketchbooks from within, and spread

them on the hospital bed.

“Are you sure you can draw on the bed?” Arissa looked at them in amusement since the

bed was soft.

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“Yes!” All six children dipped their heads. With their drawing pens in hand, they started

drawing.

Gavin had received lessons from a professional teacher, so he had no problem drawing.

Zachary, Oliver, Jasper, and Jesse had also been taught by Arissa. Jesse, especially, was

far better at drawing than her brothers though she was not all that good at studying.

Tim, however, had never been to kindergarten and only had the teacher guiding him

recently. He held the drawing pen in hand yet did not know what to draw.

Noticing the lost look on his face and seeing that he had no idea what to draw, Arissa sat

down next to him.

“You can't think of anything to draw, Sweetheart?”

Tim stole a glance at her, blushing to the tips of his ears. “Yeah. I don't know how to draw

either.”

Arissa stroked his head smilingly. “It's okay. Just draw whatever you feel like drawing.

Follow your heart. It doesn't matter if your drawing doesn't turn out nice. They're only

great at drawing because they've practiced a lot.”

“Got it, Mommy!” Tim's dejection earlier vanished into thin air, and his eyes glowed with

excitement.

Arissa patted him lovingly before teaching him the proper way of holding the drawing pen.

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