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.

glanced at Abby, who

hands in his pockets and walked

give you a

stood on the steps, speaking to him

the helmet he had

Getting wet in the rain is a

the roar of the engine, he rode

I brought

I was when Aurora first brought me into the Moore

makeup room, picked up a comb, and started

said uneasily, "Emily, I

smiled and said, "Let me help

tied her hair,

her and said, "Sophie, you have very delicate and beautiful features. And you're only 20, so youthful, an

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

end of October, I contacted the medical school to arrange for The Emoire Artistry Group members to attend lectures in batches, learning about medical wellness concepts, so they could

I personally led the group

school gates, we were led towards the multimedia building by enthusiastic

"Mr. Foster!"

suddenly heard a group

to see a few

a crisp white shirt with the sleeves half-rolled, a fancy watch

spotted me earlier because he was

of the girls in the group suddenly shouted,

faint smile and quickly walked up to

"You have admirers

said, "You always manage to

his office, where a girl was tidying up

footsteps, the girl

Foster, the desk is all

out to

smiled and

towel and

around his office, which

down in front of Jason's desk, saying, "Do girls line up

a cup of coffee, sat down, and said,

his computer and started typing while chatting with

and quiet, dealing only with college students and faculty, not complicated.

him, though I wondered

gone abroad; were they still in

Sunday, after lunch, we were sitting in the living room

news was broadcasting Faye's marriage into a wealthy family, showing a series of

groom didn't look young, was a bit chubby, with small eyes, and quite ordinary-looking. But the wedding was lavish, and Faye, in her wedding dress, was beaming

who was peeling

one, the other eagerly stepped forward, puckering up for a grape. To satisfy

table. Suddenly, Hunter called out "Papa" in his tender voice, repeating