New World with Four Husbands-Chapter 579: Dinner introduction

"Oh my goodness! Are you all of my daughter’s husbands?" The woman with dark blue hair, that almost looked like the color black, and green eyes, that is the same shade of Coco’s eyes, exclaimed.

The mediators stood dumbfounded at the sight of the woman who looked incredibly similar to Coco.

It was as if the woman was a carbon copy of their dearest Coco, but is just the slightly older version of her, and seeing this, they don’t know what to feel about it.

"Mama, please refrain from asking them for now." Coco called, pulling a chair out beside her. "Here, sit with me."

"Sure, sure, sure, sorry!" Cleora apologized and rushed to take a seat on the chair Coco pulled for her, then she lowered the volume of her voice into a whisper. "I wasn’t just expecting you to be surrounded with faces that are certainly your type."

Coco raised an eyebrow and tilted her head. "My type? What are you talking about..?"

"Aish! Don’t worry about it for now." Cleora tutted out and turned to her husbands who were taking their seats, with Sinclair sitting across from her.

"Well, I’m worrying about it now." Coco muttered, her eyebrows pinching together.

"And I’m telling you that you shouldn’t." Cleora sighed, shifting in her seat to make herself more comfortable. "It doesn’t matter now anyway, you already have them."

"Okay.." Coco said, blinking owlishly.

Cleora raised a hand and pinched Coco’s cheek, gently and deliberately slow. "Now that I’m looking at you closely, I could see that you have become cuter."

Coco frowned and nudged her mother’s hand away. "That much is obvious, mama. I’m literally on someone else’s body who was a daughter of a noble and was taken care of for as long as my memory allows me to remember, which is long enough."

"That’s not what I meant." Cleora sighed, shaking her head. "You’re still the same as ever."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Coco rebutted, her voice edged with a whine as she glared at her mother, the gesture playful. "You just said that I have grown. Are you taking that back now?"

"You have grown, but you will always be my baby girl." Cleora stated with a huff, her tone a matter-of-fact.

The interaction between the mother and daughter were watched by the other people around the table, their hearts warming up at the sight of Coco arguing playfully with the woman whom she deemed as her mother.

She was carefree, smiling, and giggling— a rare sight to see considering Coco is rather tense after work.

She was either on her guard, feeling under the weather, crying and clinging to them to seek comfort, or she was excited, only to become upset throughout the night for an unknown reason.

There were days that she was happy and cuddly, but those days are kind of rare.

Still, the mediators are still more than happy to be there for their wife and give her comfort whenever she needs it rather than let her drown herself with her work and not come back home on time.

"Okay, okay, okay, I’ll stop teasing you now." Cleora said and ruffled Coco’s hair for the last time.

Coco rolled her eyes, her heart swelling with love because she could confirm now that she is indeed Cleora Coison, the mother who had shown her so much love and taught her how to love.

"Oh, please forgive us for playing around at the dinner table!" Cleora apologized when she realized that the others were looking at them and was just waiting for them to finish whatever they were conversing about.

"G-Goodness, what a bad first impression.." Cleora laughed, forced and filled with remorse.

"No, ma’am." Heiren spoke up and smiled. "It’s fine. We’re just happy to see Coco smiling and having like this.. So please, accept our sincerest gratitude and thank you."

Cleora’s heart plummeted to her stomach, her face draining of color. "O-Oh my.. So formal towards your mother-in-law."

"Yeah, why are you so formal with mama? Just call her whatever you want and speak to her like how you would speak to my friends." Coco agreed, backing her mother’s statement with a sentence of her own.

The Coison family had never really treated each other strictly, and rather, the four of them acted like friends.

Being formal is out of the question, but that doesn’t mean one would forget their place in the family so the daughters often get into playful arguments against their mother like she was their friend.

"She’s your mother, Coco." Zaque stated, his eyebrows furrowing in worry. "We can’t do that.."

"Aish, it’s completely fine!" Cleora assured them and flashed them a smile. "Just call me ’mother’ or ’mom’ to make things less awkward, okay?"

"If you say so, mother." Alhai answered, picking up his utensils and grabbing the rice.

His response made the other mediators snap their eyes at him, their gazes full of surprise and disbelief, unable to comprehend that he will go along with what she wanted just like that.

"I’m sure that you’re hungry." Alhai stated and gestured towards the other dishes on the table. "Please, dig in before it gets any colder than this."

Cleora brightened up and she nodded. "Thank you, child. If you don’t mind, may I ask for your name?"

"I’m Alhai." The third husband introduced himself, lowering his head to show his respect. "I’m the third mediator your daughter married.. Well, no, not really, but I’m certain that she will be explaining things to you later."

"Yeah, I will." Coco hummed, reaching out for the adobo that Heiren cooked. "Damn, look at these delicious meals."

"It seems like you’re well taken care of." Cleora laughed, watching as Coco poured almost one fourth of the pork adobo into her plate.

"Yeah! They care for me so well." Coco agreed without hesitation, putting the bowl down and looking at Zaque. "Anyway, where’s Lala and Richard? I wanted to introduce them to mama."