Otherwise, how could she call them aunt and uncle?
He could see no other reason than that she had moved on.
Olivia looked at Everett.
There was an eager look in his eyes.
He also looked cautious.
Olivia felt guilty.
She didn't let go. She couldn't let go for the rest of her life.
Her child.
She could never forget her child.
Brayden looked at the changing look in Olivia's eyes and his trembling heart calmed down.
He hugged Olivia, "It's okay. I'm just asking. You don't have to answer me. It's okay."
How could she let it go?
She was so badly injured that she almost died.
If it were him, he wouldn't have let it go either.
Preston was busy until almost seven in the evening.
He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and rested for a while, then stood up and left.
But when he took the phone, he thought of something.
Olivia seemed to have sent him an email.
He clicked on the mailbox to look for her mail.
Indeed, there was an unread email from Olivia.
Preston clicked on it immediately.
"Mr. Smith, I won't go to the party the day after tomorrow. I want to rest at home."
Preston looked at the time the mail was sent.
The mail was sent at 12:50 p.m.
It seemed to be the time that Melody came.
Olivia knew that Melody came, so she wouldn't go?
Preston thought for a moment and emailed her back.
Olivia and Brayden were walking along the streets of Paris.
After dinner, the two of them took a walk.
She promised Brayden today.
The phone rang and Brayden looked at Olivia.
Olivia thought of the email she sent Preston and took out her phone.
It was really an email from Preston.
There was only one word, "Okay."
Olivia smiled.
She knew that Mr. Smith would say yes.
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