Child...
Olivia Lewis shivered all over, stood up unsteadily and harshly stopped him, "Don't say anymore, I'm tired, I'll go back to my room to rest."
Adam Sinclair saw her pale oval face, and while feeling heartache, he also wondered if he shouldn't have brought up this topic.
But this issue, like a thorn, persisted between them.
He had to ruthlessly pull out this thorn so her wound could slowly heal.
Adam extended his hand and seized the wrist of the person about to leave. His expression gradually became determined, as he tightly clasped Olivia's hand, not letting her go, and resolutely said, "If he were still alive, he might be a little genius as clever as Bobby. I could teach him to play with guns and play games with him. If she were a girl, you could take her shopping, make fruit salad together, wear mother-daughter matching outfits..."
