New World with Four Husbands-Chapter 605: Confronting her daughter

"Does this mean that you will be staying in this size and not be small anymore?" Coco asked, raising an eyebrow as she watched Lala devour the pancake Richard had placed on her plate.

"Yes." The fairy answered, her voice slightly muffled and incoherent due to the pancakes inside her mouth.

Quizen’s eyebrows furrowed and he cast a glance on Richard’s way. "I sure hope that you didn’t come after her just because she’s like this now, Richard.. If so, that would be truly alarming."

The monster in question sent a scowl on the fourth husband’s way. "You seriously thought that I’ll stoop that low?"

Quizen shrugged and looked away. "I’m not saying that you did, but I don’t want to put it past you considering that you have never displayed any behavior that says you like her."

The goleter’s eyes drifted down. Quizen was right, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t fully display any act of affection towards Lala, no?

"He actually did." Coco spoke up and turned to look at the two, her eyes narrowing at Richard. "He was quite strict when it came to cookies, remember? Zaque would cook me a bunch, but almost all of it went to Lala."

The garden fairy perked up and she nodded her head eagerly. "Right— Coco is right. Richard would be mean, but he would always give me something."

"I wasn’t mean." Richard retorted, his voice now much softer compared to when he was talking to the blue haired mediator. "I was just trying to tell you something, but whenever I do, you would ignore me or brush me off.."

Coco rolled her eyes. "So you resorted to bullying her? What are you? A fifth-grader?"

"Fifth-grader?"

The three people inside the kitchen asked in unison, eyes shifting to look at Coco like she had just uttered something ridiculous.

"Uh, a fifth-grader is—" Coco started to explain, but she paused when another voice cut in.

"It’s referring to a fifth-grader who is typically a ten to eleven year old student in their fifth year of formal education." Another feminine voice spoke up, the sound coming from the direction of the door.

Everyone paused and turned their attention to the door to see who interjected through their conversation, and they were pleasantly surprised when they saw Coco’s mother.

"Fifth grade is usually the last year of elementary school, but it can be the second to the last year of elementary school in other countries." Cleora added to her previous statement, a smile settling on her lips.

Coco practically froze in her chair, not expecting for Cleora to show up and walk in a room where Coco is currently in.

The last time they talked, it was bad because Coco suddenly ran off.

Coco knows that it was rude, disrespectful, and unbecoming of her as a daughter, but she couldn’t help it. She was overwhelmed.

She didn’t want to yell at her mother like any other children out there, so she resorted to running out and cooling off, but unfortunately, she had not cooled down enough to talk to her mother.

On the brighter side, the older woman seemed to have run out of patience and decided to look for her instead.

"Mom!" Quizen brightened up and beamed at Cleora. "Good morning! How was your day yesterday? Did you manage to do what you needed to do?"

"Hello, child." Cleora smiled at the fourth husband and laughed. "Yes, I did."

Quizen let out a sigh. "You looked like you were in a death and life situation. I’m so glad you were able to take care of whatever it was."

"Mhmm." The older woman hummed absentmindedly and looked at Coco, who quickly averted her gaze and focused on stabbing her fork on the pancake Richard prepared for her.

"Would you all mind stepping out of the kitchen?" Cleora asked politely, but her question sounded more like an order.

The goleter sent Cleora a glare before he walked over to Coco. "I do mind. I don’t want to leave my puny human in the presence of the person who didn’t stop her own slave from attacking someone."

Cleora’s smile vanished from her face and she eyed Richard, a dangerous glint in her gaze. "Fret not, for I have punished your little brother severely, according to the sin he had committed against my daughter."

Coco, Lala, and Quizen flinched, their hearts racing in their chests at Cleora’s choice of words.

"Sin?" Coco croaked out, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. "Isn’t that too much for a measly attack he made—"

"Measly?" Cleora and Richard hissed, stopping her from speaking further.

"You don’t know how bad your state was by the time you bumped into me, Coco." Cleora chastised her daughter softly, the irritation in her voice vanishing as she walked over.

"What would have happened if I wasn’t there to stop Leo on time?" The older woman murmured, kneeling beside Coco.

Since Coco refused to look at her, she decided to take matters into her own hands and confront her daughter by cornering her in a room in their own house— that way, she wouldn’t be able to run away.

"I.." Coco tried to explain why she couldn’t fight back against Leo, but she doesn’t know why herself.

Her instinct told her to run, to not use her farming tool to pound that humanized flying pig into the ground just like what she did to his kins, to just keep avoiding his attacks, and keep sprinting until she’s somewhere safe.

She doesn’t know why, and it drives her mad.

When Cleora and Richard could see the troubled look on Coco’s eyes, it was the goleter who had backed down and motioned for Lala to follow after him.

The pair exited the kitchen and Quizen clumsily did the same, and now that the two of them are alone, Cleora knew that it was time to confront her daughter— to ask her the questions that kept lingering in the back of her mind.