Raising cubs in another world: The space boss is on fire

But Mommy always shuts herself in her room. Although my room is next door to hers, she has never come to see me once.

I never left my room, and even three meals a day were delivered to my room. I couldn't even take a peek at Mommy.

I obviously wanted to talk to Mommy, but I was afraid that if I suddenly broke into Mommy's room, she would be angry.

So I would always sit in front of Mommy's room and accompany her quietly. I would also ask my wet nurse to make egg custard for Mommy, hoping that she would gain weight and not feel so uncomfortable.

I also secretly asked my grandpa if Mommy hated herself.

Grandpa said to me: "How could it be possible? Baby, your mommy loves you the most. She loves you more than I love you."

Grandpa is very good to me. I like grandpa very much.

If mommy loves me more than grandpa, will mommy be nicer to me than grandpa?

Thinking this way, I am very happy, because Mommy still likes and loves him very much.

But thinking about Mommy's eyes, I couldn't be happier anymore: "But Mommy ignored me, and she also hated my appearance."

"That's because your mommy is sick. Mommy has sacrificed a lot, including her own body, to give birth to the baby."

"There is a word called postpartum depression. Your mommy is suffering from this disease and is unhappy every day. Xiaobao, give mommy some time. I believe mommy will get better soon, okay?"

I don’t understand very well, but my grandpa said to trust Mommy. Mommy is so powerful, I believe she will overcome this depression and then love him again.

So I was very obedient and gave Mommy time. I would not take the initiative to disturb Mommy. I gave Mommy enough space. When I missed Mommy, I would secretly look at her in the corner. Occasionally, I would put some sweet snacks for Mommy. in front of the room.

Although Mommy has never eaten it, I don’t blame Mommy at all.

I love Mommy very much, and Mommy loves me very much, so I am willing to do whatever Mommy wants.

I love my grandpa too, but sometimes I also hate my grandpa.

Grandpa would always quarrel with Mommy because of the bad woman who bullied him and Mommy.

It was obvious that everything was the bad thing done by that bad woman, but after she said a few words to grandpa, grandpa felt that it was mommy's fault again.

I also told my grandpa about this problem, and even told me what the bad woman did.

But grandpa said that as a child, I don’t need to worry about this. He said that grandpa would judge what was right and wrong by himself and would not take sides.

Humph, I obviously don’t know how to tell the difference, otherwise why would I always listen to that bad woman, think it’s all Mommy’s fault, and then quarrel with Mommy!

It was obviously that bad woman who did it, but Mommy still had to take responsibility for it. Such a bad woman and grandpa were really disgusted.

There was also that old woman who always called me a bastard in front of me, saying that I didn't deserve to be in this family and that my presence would be a stain on my grandfather.

She also told me to get out of here, and even asked the nannies to bully me when my grandfather was away, denying me meals or giving me leftovers.

I'm so angry, they are so bad!

But I was too young to resist.

One time I finally couldn't help but resist, and the old woman complained pitifully to my grandfather. Then I would be punished by my grandfather, who also made me reflect in my room for three days.

It was obviously the old woman who provoked me first, and it was obviously her fingernails that hurt my arm before I fought back.

But grandpa only listened to her words and didn't listen to what I said at all. I really hate this kind of grandpa.