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…

from who knows where. He squatted down, pulled her

a good job

distance, her hair looked like a big lump on her shoulder. However, because Fanny’s face was so outstanding, even if

almost amused looking

the loose strands in front of

up. “I’ll give

surgery, and there wasn’t much to eat here these past two days.

he wanted to see how she was

required the

for three or four years, when it came to Fanny needing

face stiffen for a moment,

her head. Seeing his concern, she

What a hypocrite.

her heart, she looked at him. “It

stood up, the long tail of her white dress falling like an open

and his heart couldn’t help but ache with every

she could let go of her

be willing to be

was lagging behind, Fanny turned around and called

she looked like the most vibrant rose in full bloom in spring. It was so intense, it almost seemed to take Oliver’s soul

Loved her to the extent of being despicable, that he