Julian's Stand in Wife

Even in the depths of despair, Oliver had a habitual consideration for others. Opening the car door for her just now was likely a result of this ingrained habit.

“It’s a pity,” Diana sighed. “Oliver is such a good man! If Fanny hadn’t met with this tragedy and had given birth to their little baby smoothly, she would have undoubtedly lived a very happy life.”

“Yeah,” Julian sighed, agreeing. “Even the longstanding family feud couldn’t affect their relationship. Unexpectedly…death was the thing that caused their separation.”

As he said that, Diana’s calmed heart started to stir again.

“I can’t help it,” Diana said.

Considering her unborn child, she didn’t want to cry again. But the thought of Fanny, who was suddenly gone despite being alive only a while ago, overwhelmed her. The thought of the little baby in her belly and how Oliver would be alone from now on distressed her deeply.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and slowly slid down her cheek. Her tears were a tribute to the departed.

Julian didn’t press her too hard. He simply massaged her more attentively, occasionally giving her a comforting hug and a pat on the back, hoping to make Diana feel a little more at ease.

Even when they returned home, her mood didn’t improve much.

quickly called Nina over, thinking that having a friend over

recently, and it had been quite a while since she last saw

her she involuntarily spread her arms and legs while walking, Nina

walking posture this month. It’s

Diana replied. “Wait until the late stages of pregnancy. That’s when the real change in walking

walking would become a challenge for

for Nina, saying, “I’ll look

couldn’t help but laugh at

“Although walking like this is ugly and challenging, it’s actually

the chance to experience it too. She was so thin. She was also accustomed to being a star and well-versed in body management. If she had been pregnant, she would

Fanny. She could have talked about the nuances of

do any of that, Fanny was

dinner, I should have talked to her

paying attention to her diet. She must have been looking forward to becoming a mother, to giving birth

her hand. “Don’t think too much. None of us can predict the

night, Fanny shouldn’t