"Hmm!" Lily Shaw squeezed Aiden Grant's large hand restlessly. She didn't even realize when she developed this habit; every time she's upset, she wants to squeeze her husband's hand.
"Wife, I want a daughter who looks like you. I didn't get the chance to spend your childhood with you, and that's always been my regret. If we have a daughter who looks like you, it might somewhat make up for my inner regret." Aiden spoke with a voice full of regret and longing as he looked down at Lily's face, but a vision of little Lily appeared before his eyes.
"Hmph! According to you, a daughter has become a tool to make up for your regrets?" Lily snorted in dissatisfaction.
She didn't really think there was anything wrong with Aiden's thought; it just brought up some not-so-good memories: When she was very young, Justin Shaw would often say the same thing to her mother, Wendy Lowell...
