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 still seemed a

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

me give

the steps, speaking

at me, put down the

need. Getting wet in the rain is

put on his helmet, and with the roar of the engine,

I brought Sophie into The

a lot like I was when Aurora first brought

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

uneasily, "Emily, I can do it

said, "Let me help

tied her hair, revealing Sophie's

20, so youthful, an age I'll

work hard

Emoire Artistry Group members to attend lectures in batches, learning about

first lecture, I personally led the group

gates, we were led towards the multimedia building by enthusiastic

"Mr. Foster!"

a group of girls shouting

few girls excitedly

Jason coming down the stairs of the office building, holding some documents. Jason was rocking a crisp white shirt with the sleeves half-rolled, a fancy watch on his wrist, and neatly pressed dress pants. With his good looks, he totally had that clean, sunny boy-next-door vibe. Among the college students, he fit

must've spotted me earlier because

I love you!" one of the girls in

just gave a faint smile and quickly walked up to

teased him, "You have admirers everywhere you

and said, "You always manage to keep

me to his office, where a

footsteps, the

desk is all

girl turned out to be

and nodded

and walked

office, which was spotless

saying, "Do girls line up every day to clean your

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

computer and started typing while chatting

was indeed much better than the hospital-simple and quiet, dealing only with college students and faculty, not complicated. I could sense a relaxed vibe emanating

him, though I

had gone abroad; were they still

we were sitting in the

marriage into a wealthy family, showing a series of wedding

eyes, and quite ordinary-looking. But the wedding was lavish,

was

front of Ethan. As soon as he fed one, the other eagerly stepped forward, puckering up for a grape. To satisfy both, he was

table.