Blake rubbed Jean’s head. “It’s okay. Although I owe her, I can pay it back.”

Cynthia was gone, but Serene was still here.

Lilly nodded. “I won’t hit Serene the next time I see her.”

It depended on the situation. Lilly would disagree if Serene asked Blake to admit her as his daughter. It was okay to pay Serene back, but it did not mean agreeing unconditionally.

Lilly felt that Serene was like Alban. They were on the same path.

Blake said, “Okay, don’t think much. Go to sleep.”

After watching the story, it was 11.00 pm. Bettany already came up to remind them several times.

Jean said, “I’m going to see Mom.” After speaking, she disappeared in a flash.

Before sleeping, Lilly was lying on the bed. Blake took a quaint book and read to her in a low voice.

Lilly suddenly said, “Daddy, things in this world are complicated.”

The bad people were not always bad, and good people were not always good. The complexity of the human heart was much more complicated than what she thought she understood.

Love, hate, and hatred were in everyone’s life. Those things also gave rise to the seven emotions, six desires, and all kinds of life.

She closed her eyes and fell

widened while Pablo’s mouth

still awake. She adjusted her mood and knocked on

fell asleep, and Bettany was folding Matthan’s clothes. When she heard the knock on the door, she thought it was someone else. She froze

help but clench the clothes

“Mom, is Dad asleep? Can I come

is like a pig when he’s asleep… No, the pig can wake up when thunder strikes. He can’t even

could not help but chuckle. Hugh and

Jean subconsciously wanted to help Bettany tidy up the clothes, but her hands penetrated the baby’s clothes. She retracted her

continued to fold clothes as if she did not see anything. She asked, “You haven’t come back for so long.

It should be fine to talk about Madame

pots of soup! I said that Madame Maya mixed water in her soup. She was so angry that she almost smashed the pot. To reincarnate smoothly, I had to drink soup there. Seeing she was too busy, I helped her make soup and became her

Wouldn’t ten pots of

to poke Jean’s forehead.

hug and touch each other, it did not matter. It was good enough to

about childhood and magical things in

expression was cold, and she frowned while looking at the sleeping Tia. Tia was a bit chubby and looked

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