"Didn't the doctor say Mom should complete the full three-year treatment?" Abby asked.
Zane Cromwell chuckled. "Your mom misses you terribly. She hasn’t been sleeping well lately and just wants to see you. Besides, how could we miss our little sunshine’s birthday?"
Seeing Abby always improved his wife’s condition—it wasn’t without reason.
Fate could be strange like that.
Even their birth dates were exactly the same as Amelia’s.
Looking at the face that resembled his wife’s so much, Zane's tone softened. "Abby, I’ve heard about what’s been happening in New York lately. I’ll have a proper talk with your grandfather. No matter what, we can’t let an outsider make our own child suffer."
"Dad, you’ve misunderstood Grandpa," Abby smiled sheepishly. "Honestly, it was Aunt Ashford who’s been
