The Casanova's POV 

I'm already old and seeing each of my kids grow into such an accomplished person in their field makes me so proud. I never regret anything I did in the past since it turned out to be blessings which is now causing me so much happiness. 

But these past few days, my frustrations are giving me a hard time. Yes, my kids has grown up to be really respected. But the fear of having 4 daughters with different mother's haunts me. Yes, the fear was caused by the so-called 'KARMA'. 

My beautiful daughters deserved to be happy but what if they will end up like those girls I fooled around in the past? 

'' Oh come on! I need a break! '' I whined upon hearing these four girls requests. ''Give appa a break sweethearts. You know you're not allowed to go out late at night'' 

''Then we will bring oppa!'' said CL. 

These girls are always giving me headaches. Stubborn spoiled brats. I really can't believe i raised them. Did I really spoil them too much? 

''He's busy. He'll work overtime today.'' 

Yeah, I wasn't lying to them this time. My eldest really is hardworking and is a mini little me. Except the fact of the Casanova thing. He really is not going to be a Casanova because he really isn't that type. And I guess he learned from me that being a Casanova wasn't a great thing. Though, of course it was fun and enjoying but the consequences are far more off the ones I have expected. My girls are fragile and no one can hurt them while I'm alive 

''Appa please??'' Urggghhh!! why is my Minzy so cute. Curse my hormones for producing such wonderful offsprin