Chapter 613


    The child''s shy voice rang through. Josiah, who was in a daze, turned his head and his gazended on


    me. He was slightly stunned.


    Perhaps he knew that the person who spoke just now wasn''t me, so he looked at Anne.


    The adult and child looked at each other for a moment. They were father and daughter. They were


    inextricably linked. He pursed his lips and frowned.


    After some time, he looked at me and said, "The child is..."


    "Anne, give the flowers to Mama Monique," I spoke. I intended to avoid his question.


    If Monique didn''t want to hand over the child to Josiah, then I wouldn''t. It was selfish, but it was also


    Monique''sst wish.


    Anne nodded. She was too young to understand the meaning of life and death. Putting the sunflower in


    front of the tombstone, she stared at the photo on the tombstone.


    She was about the equal height of the tombstone. So, she could see the photo without bending down.


    Mother and daughter met and looked each other in the eye. It seemed like I went back in time when the


    mother and daughter hugged and cried together.


    "Mama Monique, Mom said that you are very important to her. Mom is very important to me. From now


    on, you are also important to me too," Anne said.


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    The child''s words and logic were strange, but her voice was soft. It could make people feel particrly


    sorry for her.


    Josiah wasn''t a fool. He knew that I had a miscarriage back then. He should also know that Anne


    wasn''t my child.


    He looked at Anne. His gaze was too calm and deep. He must have put two and two together.


    It seemed that I had never told him that Monique was gone. Now that he was here, someone had


    probably told him about it.


    He looked at me and asked, "What''s her name?"


    He obviously asked for the child''s name. "Moanna Reid!" I looked at the tombstone, where Anne was


    wiping off the dust on the memorial picture with her tiny hands.


    It suddenly felt saddening looking at the scene.


    Josiah nodded his head and his Adam''s apple trembled as he said, "It''s a good name."


    The fog in the morning never changed. I frowned as I looked at the photo on the tombstone, and my


    heart stopped. Four years. In these four years, I could always see Monique and that child waving


    goodbye to me in my dreams.


    In the dream, Monique said, "Arianna, I''ll help you take care of him."


    I sobbed. My memory of that child became blurrier. Sometimes, I would wonder what our child would


    be like with someone as great as Hendrix as his father.


    asionally, the heart shattering pain tore me from inside out. Fortunately, there was Anne, who was


    by my side, and my memories were filled with Hovell. I escaped from the pain as I gradually freed


    myself from the past.


    That''s right!


    We were separated by death, and the only thing we could do was to take care of the children we had


    entrusted each other with.


    A woman''s voice sounded behind him, dispersing the fog in the early morning. "Josiah, let''s go home!"


    The woman''s voice sounded familiar. I slowly turned around and saw Chloe Hammer.


    I hadn''t seen her for a few years, and she became more attractive. She was no longer young, but


    looked calm and mature.


    She seemed to be surprised when she saw me. Her gaze then fell on Anne, who was in front of the


    tombstone, and she was in a daze.


    I pursed my lips. I replied while looking calm, "Hello." That haze in my heart was still there, but it was


    not so obvious.


    As my sight fell on her slightly bulging belly, I was surprised. After that, I realized she carried Josiah''s


    baby.


    I scoffed immediately, and rage filled my eyes as I looked at Josiah. "Josiah Saunders, you shouldn''t


    have brought her here."


    What the hell was this?


    Was it a provocation?