I Became The Hero's Mother (ChatGPT Translated)

I became the mother of the male lead - Episode 4

Episode 4.

"Ah!"

Instinctively, I bit my lip and let out a sigh. Even in the midst of excitement, I tried to remain calm in my mind, but as soon as I saw Abel's face, my determination melted away like ice cream on a summer day.

It was the first time I had seen him up close like this. His well-groomed hair and ruby-like eyes that shone brightly. His chubby cheeks that still had baby fat and lips so cute that I wanted to kiss them. Although he didn't have Hades' blood, he resembled him enough to pass as his child.

Even without a drop of blood mixing, no one doubted that he was Hades' child. Surprisingly, if he grew up like this, he would definitely resemble his father.

"Ah. . ."

Involuntarily, sighs continued to escape from my open mouth.

"Oh no."

Unable to face Abel with my disheveled appearance, I raised both hands and covered my mouth.

I had resolved to remain calm, but my ugly appearance that couldn't do so slightly wrinkled his impression.

This. . . it can't be a dream, right?

The image of the mature Abel that I had imagined while reading novels, and now facing him in a much younger form, was truly. . .

Hallelujah.

The sound of the Libera choir echoed in my ears, and a hallucination of flowers fluttering around Abel appeared.

Ah, it's dazzling. It's blinding. In the northern region with 365 days of gloomy weather, there were few days when the sun rose, but there was a feeling of unknown rays that prevented me from appreciating Abel's beautiful appearance.

Reflexively, my eyes narrowed and frowned.

Nevertheless, I tried hard to find Abel's face even in the dazzling light.

When a bright mass gradually approached my field of vision.

At that moment, I expressed gratitude to God.

Now, I have no regrets even if I die.

Oh God, Hallelujah once again.

"I, I. . . ."

I couldn't see Abel's face hidden by the mass of light, only his bewildered voice reached me.

My weak body staggered and leaned under the aftermath of the beloved reception.

"Hey!"

Hades' surprised voice was heard.

He supported my weak body from behind with his strong arms.

"Are you okay? Are you very surprised?"

"Ah. . ."

I couldn't hear what Hades was saying. It was just buzzing in my ears like a swarm of bees.

Because the wind was too dazzling, I covered my sight with my hand while clinging to Hades' arm.

"Abel Loubertmont."

A voice filled with anger.

The moment of the dream-like time shattered with Hades' intervening voice, crackling and breaking. I was lifted up into reality in an instant.

"Why are you hesitating? Didn't I tell you to apologize for being rude?"

No, since my precious son opened the door and came in, should I really be angry like this?