Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 223 The name Abby is quite nice.

Ethan and I spun around when we heard the noise, and there was Hunter, tottering towards us on his tiny feet.

I blurted out, "Hunter can walk now!"

I was so pumped, I grabbed Ethan's hand.

He was more chill than me, but I could still see the excitement in his eyes.

Harper saw Hunter walking and started giggling in Hope's arms, squirming like she wanted to get down too.

Hope set her on the ground and held her steady with both hands. Harper copied Hunter, first holding onto the sofa, then slowly letting go, lifting her little feet, and trailing behind him. I was over the moon.

It felt like all the clouds had cleared, just like the sunlight pouring into the yard at that moment, warming my head and Ethan's shoulder perfectly.

Two months later, I finally got my driver's license and could drive solo.

In September, Abby was supposed to start daycare, but she still didn't have her ID.

I thought Richard should help with this, but Sophie didn't want to bother him. Since she had Abby out of wedlock, getting the documents was tricky. So, I took them downtown.

The registration clerk asked for the child's name, and Sophie hesitated for a long time before softly saying, "Abby Hill."

"Who said that's her name?"

A familiar voice suddenly cut in.

Sophie trembled and turned around, and I did too, seeing Richard in a black tracksuit walking in with a scowl.

At that moment, Sophie, holding Abby's hand, looked especially flustered.

Richard's sudden appearance caught me off guard too.

Richard took a few steps to stand in front of Sophie, glancing at Abby, who was clutching Sophie's hand.

Abby seemed a bit scared of him and timidly hid behind Sophie.

"How can you give her last name Hill?" Richard said, frowning.

Wasn't he the one who named her? Why was he blaming someone else now? Sophie didn't change the name out of respect for him.

But Sophie kept her head down and didn't say anything.

"Please hurry up!" the clerk inside the window urged.

"Can't you wait a moment?" Richard snapped.

Sophie had no choice but to step out of the line and let the people behind go first.

Sophie always seemed a bit indecisive in front of Richard, just like I used to be. She had no opinion on anything, and Richard made the final decision, naming her Abby Winsdor. After getting the documents, we realized it had started to rain.

Abby, who

gave a wry smile, then put his hands in his pockets and walked straight to a

me give you

on the steps, speaking to him through the

me, put down the helmet he had picked up, and

wet in the rain is a kind of

helmet, and with the roar of the engine, he rode off on

daycare, I brought Sophie into The

was a lot like I was when Aurora

into the makeup room, picked up a comb, and started doing

uneasily, "Emily, I can do it

smiled and said, "Let me

tied her hair, revealing

And you're only 20, so youthful, an age I'll never have again. Many people would

understand what you mean. I'll work hard to make myself better and not let you

to arrange for The Emoire Artistry Group members to attend lectures in batches, learning about medical wellness concepts, so they could maintain a passion and

the first lecture, I personally led the group

were led towards the multimedia building by

"Mr. Foster!"

group

up to see a few girls excitedly looking

holding some documents. Jason was rocking a crisp white shirt with the sleeves half-rolled, a fancy watch on

must've spotted me earlier because he was

Foster, I love you!" one of the girls in the group suddenly shouted, making

faint smile and quickly

teased him, "You have admirers everywhere

grinned and said, "You always manage to keep me

led me to his office, where a girl

footsteps, the

desk is

turned out to

smiled and

the towel and

office, which was spotless

of Jason's desk, saying, "Do girls

me a cup of coffee, sat down, and said, "Only Jennifer.

computer and started typing while chatting with

hospital-simple and quiet, dealing

had likely found a lifestyle that suited him, though

had gone abroad; were

sunny Sunday, after lunch, we were sitting in

broadcasting Faye's marriage into a wealthy

look young, was a bit chubby, with small eyes, and quite ordinary-looking. But the wedding was lavish, and Faye, in

was peeling grapes for

one, the other eagerly stepped forward, puckering

coffee table. Suddenly, Hunter called