"Of course. I know my daughter well. Besides, I won't lie to you."

With the assurance from his mother-in-law, Sam rose from his gloominess and immediately went and ate his food and rested.

Probably because Sam had a newfound hope, he became more energetic and worked more efficiently at all the things he did after that. He even took care of the child well, from making milk for the child when he was hungry to changing diapers.

He had turned from a young man who had no experience in life to a married man who was able to be in charge of his family.

During the waiting period, Sam maintained a clean and responsible person. He would always return home to care for the child after work each day.

There was a woman in the company who wanted to get close to him, seeing that he was on his own.

She would take the initiative to say to him, "I don't mind if you've been married before, or have a kid. I'm willing to treat your child as my own."

That was truly sincere.

Sam replied solemnly, "I'm sorry but I mind it a lot. I've been waiting for my wife to return."

The woman got a little pale and spoke lightly, "She has already left and I'm afraid she won't come back again. Am I right? How long more are you going to wait?"

Sam smiled and said, "I will wait for her no matter how long it takes. In fact, I will wait for her for the rest of my life. There won't be any other woman."

He was determined yet gentle with his words.

Hearing Sam's words, the woman became sad and envious at the same time. How good would it be to be loved by such a man? However, she knew that she couldn't force him, so she could only say to Sam, "Well, good luck. I hope your wife return soon."

Hearing the woman's words, Sam's expression relaxed slightly. He raised his head and glanced at her.

"Thank you. I wish that you will find your happiness soon."

don't think I can. Actually, I am not that interested in you either.

for the rest of my life, which is why I said that I am willing to

infertile. Sam felt sorry for her, and as she had given him her blessing earlier,

future, you will surely find someone

"Thank you."

Sam went back home to take care of the child as usual. He would also write a diary and then turn on the computer to follow the works uploaded

she continued to update her work everyday. Sam would go through her updates each day carefully, reading through every word and wondered if she was feeling all right that day. Overtime, it

updates brought a sense of comfort to Sam. He felt that he was somewhat connected to her and she was not too far away from him. He felt that he could see

up with his situation. When Minerva learned that Ollie had left, she

had been

embarrassed to even send a text message to Olivia. She only left a

Ollie opened

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but not knowing what to say to her. Therefore, she could only continue

editor. There were also some from her mother, her mother-in-law, Emma, her father, and some other friends and relatives who were asking her of what had happened. She did not reply to a single message, nor did she post anything on her social media. She just updated her work on time everyday, and then read the comments and replies of her readers. She had

for almost half a year and soon got used to the

time ago since she last saw him. It had been half a year, was he able to walk and talk? If he saw her,

longing to see the child grew like vines, and they grew rapidly and intertwined within her

the same day itself, Olivia packed up her belongings and then bought a ticket to go

peek at her child in secret,

city again, she did not expect that half a year had already passed. After getting off the plane, she

year, she did not feel out of place. Perhaps because it was her homeland

she took in the sceneries in front of her. Even though she had left for half a year, everything still looked familiar and friendly to her. When she

stuck in the tin

half a year, and everyday, when she woke up in her small bedroom, she would feel confused and awkward. She still

it was

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