My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

The tears in Shirley's eyes instantly disappeared and her eyes turned dark. This was not the outcome she had anticipated.

Of course, it wasn't. She had taken such a big step in finding the person that he had missed the most. But why was he still not satisfied?

She just wanted her husband, the person she loved, to live on. Was this too much to ask for?

No one could give her the answer she longed for, much like how no one could talk her into turning back.

Looking at Shirley's complexion, I assumed she hadn't been eating well. It must be difficult getting the mother and son to head to the nearest restaurant for a meal.

Hence, Hendrix ordered a few takeaways that would soon arrive.

Shirley could barely cheer herself up. Nonetheless, she still instructed her son to eat. "Eat up."

After saying so, she picked up her fork, and just like a mime, she remained motionless.

Sighing helplessly, I took up the bowl in front of me and scooped some soup into it as I said, "Everyone needs food to stay strong. If you break down now, who's going to take care of Irvin?"

the child, and took his empty bowl, wanting to scoop some soup for him too. "Be a

the child did not inherit the stubbornness of his parents. Hence, after listening to my words and taking a glance at Shirley, he

down, Hendrix brought his bowl over, filled it with

Then, out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Irvin's son eating.

up at me, and his eyes resembled Irvin's. However, his gaze was purer than Irvin's, hinting at

my lips curled up subconsciously. "It's a good name. Simple and warm like the sun. You have to be your mother's light so she can be strong and won't wander off

However, he just looked adorable with his cheeks puffed and

He was willing to accept the help and kindness of

in time to see Shirley

you give up as well, then Irvin would truly be

so. After so many things that had happened, Shirley and I were the only people

no matter

person approached the end of their life, old friends would one by one disappear. At death's door, there would be no time to think about gratitude and grudges. One would only wish to hold onto someone as long they could

react much, but only silently placed his hand on the back of,ine, hoping that the warmth from it could give

have waited so