When Monica received the news about Darryl’s death a year ago, she had been devastated. She even wanted to commit suicide multiple times.
It was not until after the baby was born that Monica had slowly adjusted her emotion. When she saw Ambrose grew day by day, Monica had no other wish but to see for him to grow up healthily.
Even though Monica had delivered a baby, Lord Kenny still loved her all the same.
Lord Kenny had told her that he would treat the baby as his own child, and he really did that. For the past year, Lord Kenny had taken great care of both of them.
After a year, Monica had decided to spend the rest of her life at the Guang 4/7 Ping Palace.
Besides, where else could she go? Darryl had died, and she had no other family or relative in that world.
“Ambrose, come to me,” Monica said lovingly as she waved her hands to her child.
Ambrose was a very smart boy; he took his steps slowly and then sprinted. Before long, he fell into Monica’s arm.
“My dear, I am home!”
She heard a peal of laughter before she saw Lord Kenny walk toward them with a stick of candied hawthorn in his hand.
Once he arrived in front of Ambrose, Lord Kenny said warmly, “My dear son, look at what I have brought for i you—sweet and sour candied hawthorn.”
He took Ambrose into his arms.
Even though he was Darryl’s son, Lord Kenny had called Ambrose his son all the time.
Monica stood up, turned to Lord Kenny, and said sweetly, “My Lord, the child is still small, his teeth have not completely grown yet. How can he eat candied hawthorn?”
When he heard that, Lord Kenny laughed and said, “Let him play with it, then.”
Monica smiled; she felt really touched that Lord Kenny loved Ambrose.
Lord Kenny smiled and looked at the child as he teased, “My dear son, I have brought you candied hawthorn, so what do you say?”
Lord Kenny’s eyes were full of anticipation.
Ambrose squeezed the candied hawthorn excitedly as he opened his mouth and said, “Thank you, Father!”
Lord Kenny laughed in delight. Then he kissed the boy on his cheek and said, “Good boy…”