"How about your son?" Audrey asked, getting to the question that had been on her mind. "You mentioned he's not well. What kind of illness does he have?"

Since Alistair's parents didn't need to live with them, it was almost certain his son might eventually have to come over. Learning more about him now would only make things easier in the future.

Audrey had never raised a child before. She'd only spent time with her relatives' kids, and they were a handful. One day with them felt more tiring than ten days at work.

'So what will Alistair's son be like?' Audrey wondered.

Alistair's fingers gripped his fork a little tighter, and his voice dropped. "He's six years old now."

'Six?' Audrey thought and recalled the driver's license she'd seen back at the city hall. 'Alistair is twenty-seven, which means he has had a child at twenty-one?'

"As for his illness..." Alistair began, pausing for a moment. A flash of pain crossed his face before he said quietly, "He has autism."

Audrey felt her heart ache immediately. She'd once volunteered at a care

in their own worlds entirely, and it was heartbreaking. Now, Audrey fully understood why Alistair wanted a partner who could help care for

a nanny would have been enough. There'd be no need to

sense of relief to Audrey. She looked at Alistair and said, "I minored in child psychology in college. Maybe I can help a little. You

Willowdale hadn't been able to help him

Since we're married,

wouldn't have agreed to a

with my family,"

their meal, while Sophie was still outside waiting in line

spot with no view, and the staff wasn't exactly attentive. Compared to the way John had treated Alistair, Sophie's experience

such special treatment

face as she approached. "Eliza, Mr.

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