Another day passed, and December arrived quietly over the Valley.
Evelyn’s recovery had progressed better than expected.
She could now move faster with much less pain than before; her shoulder no longer screamed with pain with every movement.
Walking has become much easier.
Her hand and knee were healing slowly, though walking at a fast pace and carrying heavy things was still forbidden by her ever-watchful husband.
Of course, she did not complain. She was too overjoyed because, for the first time in weeks, she could breathe without feeling fragile.
That morning, the house was livelier than usual.
Her best friend Oscar finally came out of his computer room after being holed up there and wanted to visit her house.
And the moment he stepped inside the living room, a small whirlwind rushed toward him.
"Uncle Oscar!" Oliver greeted him happily, grabbing his hand and dragging him toward the sofa with surprising strength for a four-year-old.
The moment they settled onto the sofa, Oliver proudly shoved his iPad forward.
"Uncle, see, see... I already finished the code game you gave me!" he said enthusiastically.
"What? Already?" Oscar’s eyes widened as he took the device and swiped through the screens, his excitement rising. "Little buddy, this is awesome. Wow, you didn’t just finish it, you optimized it. You are so brilliant."
"Of course," Oliver puffed out his chest.
"Oh," Oscar glanced at him, his eyes narrowing, looking suspicious about something. "Did your dad teach you?"
"No, no, Uncle. Daddy is not even interested in this game. But I’m fast because I’m Daddy’s son. My brain works fast."
Oscar can’t help but burst into laughter at how adorable Oliver’s expression is now.
"Oh, so that’s the source code? Knight genetics version two-point-oh?" Oscar asked playfully.
Oliver nodded seriously. "Yes. Mommy says Daddy is scary smart. So I inherited it."
"You truly are a genius, little buddy..." Oscar said, then turned his attention back to the iPad and began explaining the new level in the game.
Evelyn, sitting across from them, shook her head with a helpless smile. Oscar had been in the house for less than five minutes and had already forgotten her existence.
Jimmy and Laura entered quietly, serving coffee, tea, and a tray of light cakes and pastries.
The sweet aroma filled the room, but Oliver did not even glance at the donuts; he usually attacked them like a tiny storm.
Laura leaned closer to Evelyn and whispered, her voice amused, "Madam, this is a rare sight. The young master ignored his favorite donuts and cake."
Evelyn covered her smile with her hand. "Very rare. He only has eyes for his Uncle Oscar today."
"True, true..."
On the sofa, Oscar and Oliver were already deep in discussion.
"If you add a conditional loop here," Oscar said, pointing at the screen, "the character won’t fall into the trap."
Oliver frowned, tapping his chin.
"But Uncle, then the monster becomes too easy. That’s boring." He said.
"You’re four," Oscar chuckled, "and you’re already worried about game balance?"
Oliver sighed like a tired professor. "Of course. Players must suffer a little to grow stronger."
Laura, still beside her, asked softly, "Do you need anything else, Madam?"

"Eve, your grandpa is in critical condition. We are all now in the hospital." From: Alicia
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