I Became The Hero's Mother (ChatGPT Translated)

I became the mother of the male lead - Episode 20.

Episode 20.

During lunchtime.

Yesterday, although I didn't have much appetite due to Abel's work, I knew that if I didn't eat a meal with my weakened body, I would definitely not have the strength to walk.

The dishes prepared by the palace chef were plentiful, but there was no one to eat with.

I was alone in the spacious dining hall.

Occasionally, I would stop cutting and stare blankly at the empty chairs, feeling the unfamiliarity of the quiet restaurant.

Has Abel been seeing this scenery every day?

"Huh. . ."

Feeling the urge to run away immediately, I forced myself to swallow the food.

Someone entered the restaurant around that time.

When I turned around at the sound, it was Abel holding a soup bowl.

"Go, Gongja. . . Cough!"

I almost choked on a piece of meat that I hadn't swallowed yet and almost died.

Worried about me choking and coughing, Abel rushed over in an instant.

"Ye, Yeongae. Are you okay?"

Abel placed the bowl he was holding on the table and came to me with a worried expression.

I forced myself to gulp down the food I hadn't chewed and replied.

"Yes. Cough. . . I'm, I'm fine."

My gaze, barely able to respond, instinctively fell on Abel's feet.

I was worried that he might not be able to walk yet and came all the way to the restaurant.

Abel hesitated for a moment, feeling my gaze, and said, "Can we. . . have a meal together?"

"Huh? Uh, of course. Please sit. Be careful. . ."

I started to read Abel's expression.

Abel, who knew that there was no one else in the mansion who would take care of him except for Hades, probably had a vague idea that I had visited last night.

"Um. . . Yeongae."

". . . ."

Abel's voice was trembling, as if he was afraid of being rejected.

I held back my tears, afraid that they would flow from my cold eyes, and answered, "Of course."

"After the meal. . . in Yeongae's room, can we eat snacks together?"

"Sure. If you want to."

"If. . . if my foot gets better. . ."

Abel, who had been pouting his lips, started crying.

Tears flowed down the small cheek and dropped onto the soup in the bowl.

With a sobbing voice, Abel asked again.

"Mom, are you coming home today?"

It felt like my childhood self was overlapping. . .

Eventually, I burst into tears too.

As Abel sat next to me, I hugged his head.

"Confucius, you shouldn't cry. Your pretty face will get ruined."

Abel laughed for a while, then hugged my waist and patted my face.

Oh. . .

Sometime ago, Abel had said to the heroine Deborah, and I laughed again.