Become The Widower's Wife

the straps of his backpack tightly. He seemed unwilling to turn around at all, choosing to harden h

answer her. "Don't you have any pity for Gianna? She's still a baby, Zio. She ju

he people behind him. "But I can't take care of that child. My heart hu

she will be happier. Just pretend I don't exist. Take care of her because she's what Gretta wanted in he

oward his parked car, and without looking

usband's embrace, mourning the fate of

do?" she sobbe

, seemed not to be trying to hold back this time. She cried in her

f hanging her hopes on her. "What should I do now? Your

unds. For now, let's just leave him be. Let him recover his feelings." Flavia intervened,

s daughter, the fruit of his love and Gretta's, is. We just need to give him ti

er rational mind tried to understand the situatio

y guided Mrs. Claire towards the living room, she shook her h

one, Flavia assisted her mother as

saw the tall mirror in the room reflecting Gianna sleeping in Olivia's arms. Olivia was gently r

back from the room, took her stepdaughter's hand

ianna was. Yes, after the incident earlier in the evening, Gianna was finally moved to the upstairs room wher

ddaughter's room. Olivia observed this in silence. Her forehead creased with curiosity. What was happening with Gianna? Why

s right shoulder from behind. Startled, she turned and saw wh

" Olivia ask

he woman in her forties. "To Miss Gianna's room," s

sked, suspecting that Mrs. Claire might

re of upstairs. You're just requested to go up." The assistant said no more.

The door opened, and the nurse entrusted to care for Gianna let her in. The woman's fa

ther's arms, her face red, and her mout

You called for me?" Ol

not to jostle Gianna, signaling Olivia to app

nurse insists that she's fine." Mrs. Claire said in panic. U

na to her? Why not the nurse wh

She simply accepted Gianna and positioned t

rnoon. I hope you can do it again now," Mr

She glanced at the warm bottle of milk on the bedside table, the one that had been