She recalled the words Yancy Shaw had just said, and couldn't help but stare at the little guy's face again.
Only then did she notice that although the little boy was chubby, his small face was very handsome, and with his plump cheeks, he looked extremely cute.
In this little guy, she could clearly see the shadow of Yancy Shaw.
Thinking of this, she paused again.
About this child's birthday... maybe it was just an accident, she mused.
Back then, when she jumped into the river, that woman's belly was more than seven months along too. If she had also given birth prematurely... it was plausible.
At this thought, her previously chaotic heart slowly calmed down.
Her child is already dead, and this one in front of her... couldn't possibly be hers. She shouldn't harbor such fantasies!
Sherry stared at the little guy for a moment, then withdrew her gaze, glanced at Yancy Shaw in front of her, and coldly requested.
