Rouge Jarvis looked at her sons, her vision blurring more and more, almost unable to see their outlines clearly.

After a long moment, she finally moved her lips, her voice tinged with sourness and sadness: "Twenty years too late."

Upon hearing this, the four brothers remained silent.

They missed their sister too, but they were not their mother, and could not fully empathize with her grief at losing a daughter.

They felt pain for their mother, and also for their sister.

Aiden Shaw slowly raised his head, his deep voice a bit weak, his jet-black pupils full of sincerity: "Sixteen is back, it’s not too late."

That sentence was like a ray of light, illuminating the dark side of Rouge Jarvis’s heart.

Indeed.

She thought her daughter, whom she believed had died twenty years ago, was back, right beside her. In the future, she could still have lots of time to be with her, love her, care for her...

She was already back.

And there are some families who have lost children who will never be able to wait for their deceased children to come back to life.

In her lifetime, she saw Poppy, she was back, and this was an immense surprise and emotion.

Just like the youngest said.

Sixteen is back, it’s not too late.

She wiped away her tears.

After a while, she finally stood up and slowly walked to stand in front of her sons.

The four brothers simultaneously looked up at their mother.

In their view, she gradually squatted down to look at them at eye level, the tears in her eyes still flowing, her heart aching immensely.

As she got closer, she could clearly see her sons’ pale, sweat-covered handsome faces, fragile yet persistent, their deep eyes full of worry and affection for her.

She swallowed painfully, only feeling that breathing was becoming increasingly difficult.

She reached out to touch the youngest’s shoulder, gently patting it.

Then she gently ruffled the second eldest’s unruly hair, with a hint of reproach, her fingers pausing momentarily on his handsome cheek as she wiped away a drop of sweat.

She nodded, wanting to speak, opened her mouth, but felt as if her throat was connected to her heart, painfully speechless.

She could only use her gentle eyes to look at them, as if telling her sons that she forgave them.

Seeing that the eldest’s glasses were not properly worn, she reached out and adjusted them for him, only then noticing that he hadn’t worn those rose-gold glasses for a long time.

Finally, she looked at the youngest, who was also looking at her, tidied his disheveled collar, her voice already hoarse: "Mm, not too late."

Perhaps it was the mother-son bond, that at this moment, the four brothers began to sense their mother’s heartbreak and helplessness.

Julian Ford’s eyes heated up, freeing one hand to hold hers: "Mom, hiding sister was my idea, and I instigated the eldest brother. I’m sorry for making you feel hurt."

Isaac Ford’s eyes also reddened, he shook his head, seriously saying: "Don’t blame the second brother, I had my own motives too. To prevent sister from being taken away by the other brothers, I even lied to her, claiming to be the third brother, and didn’t tell her how many brothers she actually had. I’m sorry, Mom, I was wrong too."

Maxim Ford supported the youngest, his eyes warm, filled with too much warmth: "Now, our sister is back, Mom, our family, will never be separated again. For the next twenty years and even a lifetime, we will be together."

Rouge Jarvis’s tears were uncontrollable.

Aiden Shaw looked at her weakly, his deep voice holding a docility not usually there: "Mom, Sixteen is not only my sister, but also my fiancée. I will be a good brother, and also a loving partner for her."

When he spoke of this, the pain almost rendered him speechless, yet he still used his lifelong warmth to tell her: "Now that she has returned, she will not leave again."