Christine Quinn still maintained a light smile, but no one could see the extreme sadness hidden within her smile at this moment.
"Alright, don't be nervous, I was just saying, you know I'm not a sentimental person," Christine quinn said with a smile.
Rebecca Quentin breathed a sigh of relief. "It's good that you're fine. I was really afraid you were overthinking..."
Christine Quinn pulled Rebecca Quentin up, "Come on, while Anna is asleep, accompany me in the garden for a longer walk..."
"Okay."
Tonight's dinner was personally cooked by Christine Quinn.
Even though she hadn't cooked for a long time, Christine Quinn's skills remained practiced, leaving Rebecca Quentin and Marie full of praise.
"Mommy, the food you made is so delicious, I haven't had your cooking in so long..."
Christine Quinn handed a bowl of soup to Marie, "Then have some more soup, mommy simmered it all afternoon."
"Auntie, I also really like the soup you made," Andrew said from the side.
