The little girl wrapped her arms around her mother's thigh and requested, "Mommy, can you give me a shower? I'm so done with having a shower without your help!"
Amora had no choice but to show her daughter the way to the bathroom.
To the little girl's surprise, her mother seemed to have forgotten the proper way to give her a shower.
"Mommy, aren't you supposed to wash my hair before everything else?"
Vivian asked when Amora was about to apply body wash to her body.
Instead of rinsing off the body wash, Amora started washing Vivian's hair with it when she heard her daughter.
Vivian wasn't able to stop her since Amora had applied everything when she thought of stopping Amora.
In the end, bubbles were all over Vivian's head and ended up seeping into her eyes.
She started wailing, "I-Ilt stings, Mommy! My eyes sting!"
Kane, who was giving their sons a shower next door, rushed into the bathroom when he heard their daughter wailing.
"What's wrong? Why is she crying?"
"T-The bubbles have seeped into her eyes."
As soon as Amora explained herself, she told Vivian to stay still and started sprinkling water in her daughter's direction to rinse off the soapy residue.
"Boohoo—"
Their daughter ended up wailing again.
"What are you doing? Are you sure this is the way you're supposed to help her? Is something wrong with you?"
Unable to stand it anymore, Kane dashed over and held their daughter in his arms, making his way to retrieve the towel to wipe her eyes dry.
It worked like a charm and stopped the little girl from making a scene.
Amora was at a loss for words to defend herself and stood right where she was with an odd posture.
"I-I wasn't sure of the proper things to do! M-My mind was all over the place the moment she started wailing! I'm so sorry, Vivian! Please forgive me!"
"I-It's fine, Mommy."
Vivian, who had finally regained her composure, assured her mother it wasn't a big deal even though her eyes were swollen.
Kane knew he wasn't supposed to pick on Amora in front of their daughter and remained silent throughout their conversation.
Instead of reprimanding Amora, he instructed, "Why don't you head next door and read our sons a story? I'll go get Vivian dressed up."
"Alright."
Amora felt a sense of relief and made her way to their sons' room as instructed.
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