Julian's Stand in Wife

Even the pine trees and cypresses in front of the door seemed to have straightened up. They stood tall in the soil, as if beckoning to him.

“Mr. Channing.”

The woman speaking was someone new that Oliver had brought. He introduced her to Fanny.

“This is Yvonne.”

Yvonne was Oliver’s nanny when he was a child. His mother passed away early, and instead of giving Oliver powdered milk, his family found him a wet nurse and nanny.

Oliver drank her milk until the age of two, and only then switched to powdered milk before transitioning to regular meals.

Although this nanny left the Channings when he was two, she always kept in touch with Oliver.

On holidays, Oliver would bring gifts to visit her.

This time, when he and Fanny had an accident, she was the first person he thought of.

He saw that Fanny didn’t even lift her eyes; she just lay on the sofa, her black hair scattered all over.

He wasn’t angry; he simply handed the vegetables to Yvonne, and said, “Go cook.”

Fanny probably hadn’t eaten for the past few days.

She had just had a miscarriage, and a little hunger could help stimulate her appetite. It wouldn’t be good if she developed actual health issues due to starvation.

Otherwise…

tie appeared in his hand from who knows where. He squatted down, pulled her long hair together, and tied it

a

her shoulder. However, because Fanny’s face

was almost amused looking

loose strands in front of

her up. “I’ll give you a

wasn’t much to eat here these past two days. Oliver

wanted to see how she was doing

the use of

four years, when it came to Fanny needing a doctor, Oliver felt like his medical knowledge

Fanny’s face stiffen for a moment,

head. Seeing his concern, she couldn’t help but

What a hypocrite.

her heart, she looked at

long tail of her white dress falling like an open umbrella, swaying with a hint of

followed her, and his heart couldn’t help but ache

let go of

would truly be willing to

was lagging behind,

that moment, her features seemed to have become alluring, and she looked like the most vibrant rose in full bloom in spring. It was so intense, it almost seemed to take Oliver’s

Loved her to the extent of being despicable, that he