Oliver took a deep breath before saying the truth that had haunted him for more than twenty years of his existence. "Ivy is not our child…"
Amelia blinked at him. Did she hear him right? "What is wrong with you today dear," she touched his forehead with the back of her hand to feel his temperature. "Are you sick?"
"No," he held her hand. "I am deadly serious… Ivy is not our child! You are not her biological mother, and I am not her biological father—"
"What are you saying?" Tears formed in her eyes. "How could you even say something like that?"
He held her in his arms carefully, as if a little pressure would break her into pieces. She was the love of his life. For her, he did the impossible—even now he would go to the end of the world to make her happy. Now that she was crying in his a
