"That's great, Mom!"
Watching the little one's joyful expression, Sherry's smile gradually became gentle.
After a moment, she remembered something, lifted her head, and looked at the man who had been standing behind Nathaniel.
He was standing there, lost in thought as he watched the mother and son.
On that mature and composed face, although it appeared calm on the surface, his eyes had already reddened.
Yancy Shaw's appearance at this moment made Sherry pause for a second, making her think she was seeing things.
She actually saw endless sorrow on his face.
She paused for a moment before slowly opening her mouth to ask Yancy Shaw.
"Did what you said last night still stand?"
Last night, while drunk, he had said he was willing to let her live with Nathaniel.
Her sudden words snapped Yancy Shaw back to reality from staring at the mother and son.
"Of course!" he replied with utmost certainty.
Upon hearing Yancy Shaw's words, Sherry nodded and suddenly replied earnestly.
