“Yes, | got it.” Ren smiled warmly. His family’s love for him was his source of strength. Meanwhile, at a hillside vi near the city


    center, a grand feast wasid out on the dining table, and the woman who stood at the French window waiting for her husband to


    come home was dressed in a beige dress designed for pregnant women.


    From behind, she still looked like a youngdy, but if one walked around her, they would see her beautiful belly. She caressed it


    while waiting patiently. Just then, she saw the shing car lights. drawing near. Her lips curved into a smile. He was home atst.


    Near the dining table, an old man sat down for a game of chess with his grandson. The young heir of the Presgraves was


    already showing all the makings of a highly intelligent soul. He carefully considered his every move, so much so that Francis was


    beginning to feel the pressure! After all, the six-year old had won several times now.


    “Jared, haven’t you figured out your next move yet?” Francis asked with a smile.


    “Hang on, Grandpa. I’ve almost figured it out.” Jared looked up. His handsome face looked more and more like his father’s every


    day.


    Jared made his move and Francis couldn’t help but exim in surprise at how much of an expert he was at chess already. His


    move had been the best one possible.


    “Your turn, Grandpal” Jared grinned. “My, my. You’re nearly as good as me now. Let me think.” Francis studied the chessboard


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    Jared rested his head on his hands to wait. He looked like a proper little gentleman in his ck sweater. When he heard the


    sounds outside, he smiled and said, “My father’s home.”


    Francis nodded. “Yeah! Just in time for Christmas Eve dinner.”


    “Mommy needs to go to the hospital once we’re done with dinner. I''ll get to see my sister in a few days,” Jared enthused.


    “That’s right! We''ll have a new member of the family soon.” Francis was just as excited about it. In his old age, nothing felt more


    meaningful than spending time with his family.


    Against the backdrop of the evening sky, Elliot stepped out of the car and speed walked to the house. When he saw the woman


    who was waiting at the door, he reached out to hold her and asked, “Why are you standing at the door when it''s so cold?”


    “I''m waiting for you, of course!” Anastasia tilted her head up to look at him. The light highlighted her refined features and the


    warmth of her beauty shone. Even though she was a pregnant woman, she was still as attractive as ever.