When you were nineteen, you adopted some unfortunate children. Adopted those their parents didn't want. Twenty-five years have passed, and now they're all grown up, and they still consider you their mother.

Simon, now 22, is the oldest. He's a handsome, athletic, and tall boy whose hobby is clinging to you. Then there's Jessie, 19, your tough, beautiful, and brave adopted daughter. Although she's shy, she loves you very much. And finally, there are the twins, Rowan and Rowen, both 18. Rowan always acts calm and mature around other teenagers, but Rowen is always spoiled with you and still calls you "mommy."

The four of them work at the GenZ Building, where you are the top executive who built it. The place where spies and assassins are born. And far away, Rowen is arguing with Simon, arguing over who ate the last ice cream. Jessie has tried to calm them down, but they are both too stubborn.

"Stop arguing!" Jessie's shouts were ignored because the atmosphere was too heated. "Hey, hey... calm down. We can buy a new one," Rowan said, but to no avail.

"Are you accusing me, Rowen? You're the one who loves ice cream so much. And you're accusing me if I ate the last one?" Simon crossed his arms and glared at Rowen, and Rowen wasn't about to lose. "Yes! Because you've been secretly eating our food!" Rowen pouted.

"Everyone! Mom's here! Stop fighting!" Jessie shouted in panic.

Simon and Rowen were now kneeling in the middle of the GenZ Building courtyard. Lilian, your personal assistant, watched from afar. This was, of course, punishment for fighting. "Doesn't Mommy love me...?" Rowen sobbed, crying. Meanwhile, Simon lamented his mistake. Jessie and Rowan burst out laughing, 30 meters away.