During those four years of university, we were inseparable.
He went on to take over the family business, and I continued my graduate studies.
After ten years of a long-distance relationship, we finally walked down the aisle.
All those who once doubted us showered us with blessings at the wedding.
Everyone said, "Mandy White, you are truly blessed."
I got pregnant after the wedding.
I left his company to focus on the pregnancy.
I cooked for him and took care of our daughter.
I became a full-time housewife.
As long as he had time, Max would send me messages and even try to come home for lunch.
Countless times, I felt that I had made the right bet—from campus to the wedding gown.
But now, the woman standing before me said, "My daughter is only ten years old, and she has leukemia. Please save her. Let Chloe go to the hospital for a bone marrow match."
I found it utterly ridiculous. The "Chloe" she mentioned was my daughter.
When Max named our daughter Chloe Best, I thought the name was odd.
Because when you said it quickly, it sounded like a foreign boy's name.
But Max explained, "Chloe is a great name. She's our daughter, and her name shows that we both love her."